Sometimes it’s a word, a song, or a story and all the sudden there are just lots of feelings.
I don’t know if you listen to phone taps on the radio, but every single time it gets to the point where they are like… “just kidding, you’ve been phone tapped!!!” I cry. Maybe like a single drop at most, but I am always overcome with emotion.
Or when there’s a gospel choir. Cue body chills & tears.
How many times have you been shamed for your feelings?
How could you be sad? You have a great life.
Stop crying, you’ll be fine.
I don’t like seeing you like that.
This post is a reminder that it’s okay to feel… to feel mad, happy, angry, hurt, confused, bitter. To feel cheated. To feel like someone stabbed you in the back. To feel proud. My friend Julia wrote a post about being pregnant and having a mixed bag of feelings, reminding me that with every experience, someone is going to have a completely different outlook. This isn’t good or bad, right or wrong.
Humans are complex. One word can trigger a memory from a horrific experience. A smell can bring back something you’re trying to forget.
Maybe instead of judging peoples’ feelings so quickly, we start to ask the people in our life “why.” Instead of being critical, we choose to be curious.