My Usual Seasonal Lament
This morning on my way to work I was SOBBING as I listened to my audio book. I must admit, ahem, that I'm a little more tender hearted than usual this week. But. Goodness! I had to redo my makeup at the stoplights like those women who put on their faces on the way to work every day. How do they DO that?
I'm listening to The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins. It's the first book in a series of three. I've been warned that book two contains even more crying. I don't usually pick books for their ability to wring out my emotions – I'm more into the escape thing – and I might not have started reading this one had I known. But it's really really good. I'm not done yet, so if you've read it I don't want to hear any details – la la la la I can't hear you!
It's not just been this book that has opened my floodgates. I couldn't even think about the Chilean miners without crying. And this story about the teenager with Down Syndrome who got a touchdown in his high school football game (I read about it on JennyMac's blog). I'm just a regular fountain these days. My boss thinks my allergies are really bad.
I'm not a person who typically cries a lot. But I will let go when I read something touching or watch a tender vittles moment in a movie (or a Hallmark commercial). I've often thought it was my way of letting it all out in a safe way – where I don't have to examine my feelings too closely.