I haven’t written anything substantial here in quite a bit.
I’m sure you’ve noticed. Maybe you haven’t. Either way, I don’t really care.
Everytime I sit down to write about the things that weigh on my mind, I cry. Sometimes they are the slow silent tears that you can pass off as though you had something in your eye. Other times it’s crying so hard that I have to keep myself from screaming. And on some occasions, my tears are angry, and I want to just kick and break whatever is nearest me. And I am not a person that usually lashes out in violent rages of anger, so you can imagine how angry these tears are.
This morning, it’s a little bit of all of these. But, mixed inside it all, are tears of happiness, for the first time in quite a while. And that feels good.