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Jamie’s BLOG – DAY 211 :: a reason to cry

30 Jul

I’m a little fragile these days. Emotionally speaking. Which pretty much boils down to this: I cry at everything that is beautiful. Or sad. Or happy.

I’ve inherited the cry gene. Or, it is now just full-on expressing itself. Which makes sense since my body has been through much. While I have used every tool of the trade and every trick in the book to stay emotionally sound and focused on a healthy recovery, I still cry. While I don’t cry at everything, I do cry at that which touches my soul. It’s like my own personal power can’t win out over the power of beauty. I can’t stop the flood of tears that beauty commands.

And maybe that is because I am staying emotionally focused. Which makes me more sensitive. With every stitch of pain I am reminded that I am alive. And that is overwhelming beautiful at times.

So when Justin shared this video with me, I lost it. I sobbed. I felt like I could watch the tears run down my own face.

So I’m sharing it with you.
I dare you not to tear up, even just a little bit.

After-all, you are a-live. And that’s pretty beautiful.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

 

{what makes you cry?}

GIFT DAY 082 30-day gratitude challenge: day 6, being the girl who cries

23 Mar

Day 6 of the Gratitude Challenge over here.

Let me first start this blog by asking what are your grateful for today?

It’s an important question. And your answers are just as important.

Today, I am grateful for:

1) My favorite pair of jeans.
2) Heated leather seats in my car.
3) Tears. Buckets and buckets of tears.

And being the girl that cries.

I was once the girl who scored the game winning points on the basketball court. Then I was the girl who ran for Student Government President, and won. I was a Truman Scholar Finalist, I was a Smith College grad. I was the young upstart starting her own biz.

That’s when I was the girl who thought crying was for sissies.

But today, I found myself being the girl who cried her eyes out . . . during an acupuncture appointment. And when I say cried my eyes out, I mean balled. Like a baby.

Flood works.

It’s funny, this enlightening life journey thing. This writing everyday. Pushing myself. Finding the lesson instead of the fear, leaning in toward the love. Exploring a-bun-dance.

Some days it brings me to the top of a mountain called JOY. Other days it leaves me with an abundance of tears, a sticky face, and a purse full of wadded up KLEENEX.

And, for that, I am grateful.

Because I am still the girl scoring the game winning points, running for office, studying for exams, never wanting to lose . . . who thinks crying is for sissies.

And, somehow, I’m also the girl who cries like baby — and is grateful for the tears that roll down her cheek.

I am grateful for the divide inside my soul, somehow being super human strong and so, so, so, very vulnerable and delicately breakable at the same time.

Because it means I am alive.
That’s why, today, I am grateful for tears.

tears croppes

The power-washing strength of tears. As if they were invented precisely for the girl who thinks crying is for sissies.

Because sometimes this girl (ALL OF US) just need a good cry.
And for that, I am grateful somebody invented tears.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore (fearless),
Jamie
{Gratitude. Love. You? Share your three items in the comments section below}

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