a good cry

Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart

don't know how to laugh either.
(Golda Meir)
(Don't we love Miss Golda?)

I felt it brimming all day yesterday.
That feeling you get when you know if someone just asked you the right question

or looked at you that certain way or let the silence last long enough,

you'd lose it all and start the kind of cry that could last for days.

And I don't know that I could even tell you why.
(Well, I could tell you one of the reasons but since we aren't just girls here, I'll spare the details.)

But just even that one reason (the one that messes with your hormones, you know)

was all it took for the dam to break

and the flood of tears to wash out

my little heart.

Flicka called this morning and told me to just say anything I've wanted to say for the last few months.

And I realized it's been an amazing journey

but it's also been hard

and scary and new and overwhelming.

And while I've felt confident and strong and courageous and determined,

I've also felt unsure and weak and frightened and tired.

And that's a whole lot of emotions for this little chica.

And so.
I cried.
I said whatever came to my mind

and let myself just feel whatever I was feeling.

And I cried some more.

What is it about a good cry

that makes you feel horrible when it starts

and totally okay when it's over?
What is it about a good cry that is so cleansing?

I'll let you know as soon as this good cry is over.
And, I'm okay, of course. That's what a "good" cry is all about.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,

and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for

that which has been your delight.
(Kahlil Gibran)