Every year, this post gets better and better, because I realize more and more how blessed I am. And I can only be really thankful for that.
This year, I am thankful for:
1. My husband; It’s still so fun to say that. I couldn’t have asked for a more loving, thoughtful, and forgiving individual.
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2. The best family ever. To have extended my family this year has been the best. For this reason alone, I have much too much to be thankful for.
3. A great job that is challenging and rewarding and allows me to travel and make more friends.
4. My wonderful friends who listen to me, give me encouragement, guidance, and the best laughs. I am so thankful for you all, near and far.
5. And a few of silly things I am thankful for this year: A programmable Crock Pot, Essie nail polish, and all the sparkles that are back in fashion!
Happy Thanksgiving to you all! Thank you for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day filled with people you love and lots of rolls to eat.
My instinctual emotional release is crying. It used to be laughing, but that was really awkward because my laughter got near to hysteric levels in order to avoid crying. So I gave into crying. And I feel free. But people who easily give into tears are often (not always) deemed strange and weak and a whole host of other not so cool things.
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But really, I’ll leave it up to you. I mean, I will continue to cry so it’s not like your judgement will stop me.
I cry when:
- other people cry. I am a sympathetic crier, and this always triggers my tears.
- something is SO cute, I feel like my heart might explode, but then my lachrymal glands do instead. Like puppies.
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- I see injustice. Movies, the news, anything. I get really sad for the world.
- good characters die in movies and books. Rue’s death puts me in the fetal position. I was sobbing in the movie theater and couldn’t stop.
- I laugh really hard. Most people get this.
- someone is trying to give me a pep talk. Why are you so emphatic about what I need to do? Why do I need a pep talk to accomplish it? Why do I feel tears? Am I inspired? Am I scared? Am I shamed? Is it all of these things? Probably.
- I am embarrassed.
- I am frustrated.
- I am startled. I don’t like when things jump out at me.
- movie problems are too close to real-life problems. And I don’t mean my real-life problems that are happening. But real-life problems that might happen.
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- my work day is bad.
- my friends are going through hard times.
- I see friends I haven’t seen in a long time.
- I graduate from college. I only did this once, but my tears were prompted by mom’s prideful tears. I’m sure you can now understand from whom I have inherited this blessing.
- I read.
- I am tickled.
- I am feeling so in love.
- any wedding video begins to play
- the fireworks go off at Disneyland. And when World of Color happens at Disneyland. And when the Queen of Hearts traumatizes me at Disneyland.
- balloons hit me in the face. Surprisingly, this has only occurred once at Disneyland. Several times in other places.
- I feel panic.
- I miss my family.
- I experience other people’s love.
- it’s not expected, in moments before it is expected. Like the recording session before the last concert. Or the rehearsal dinner instead of the wedding.
- I feel proud of myself.
- Grey’s Anatomy is on. Actually, Grey’s is my designated 42 minutes of crying per week accompanied by particularly moving episodes of The Biggest Loser.
- I think things are exceptionally beautiful.
This list probably doesn’t even cover all of it, but it’s a lot of times to cry in a life. I know it’s weird, but I feel relieved that I know exactly what will make me feel better sometimes. A good cry has healing powers. Sometimes, it’s a couple of tears. And sometimes, I just let it all out. Unfortunately, crying is kind of frowned upon, and needs its own private time. I am not a whiny b&*^%. I just feel lots of things and I would rather feel them than not. So I cry a lot. Whatever.
Do you cry a lot too? Or is it just me and my crazy family?
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Last time, I was just tapping into what The Paris Wife, by Paula McLain, taught me.
What keeps marriage going? How do we assure ourselves that our marriages will work when so much around us suggests that it doesn’t?
So, love evolves and changes. I hope that when E and I have been married for one week, one year, ten years, that we will be more in love with each other than we were the day before. I’m more in love with him now than I was yesterday, and certainly more in love with him than the first time I realized I loved him (a loooooong time ago). But there are days when I’ve questioned myself and my ambition and my needs and E’s needs. Can we sustain that love? And the answer is yes, but we also have to be ready for the game to change, and know that we’ll get through it. I mean, the love I have for him now is very different from that high school love we had five years ago.
We’ve gone through a lot and we have a lot more to go through. We have to work through transitions and allow for our love to grow and change as we do over the years. Isn’t that what marriage is about? Being ready to make those changes, knowing that the person beside you will always be beside you and having faith that they know the same? So much life will come along: children, loss, careers, moves, etc. What’s going to get me through it? What’s going to get E through it? I will say E. I hope he says me, he might say Halo. Just kidding.
I have to believe that we won’t suffer a fate like the Hemingways. And I’m going to work my hardest to always be open to the change and movement and evolution of the love we have. I hope you will, too. I’m sure you already are, faithful reader. That’s why I love you. Thanks for hanging with me through this one. It is a big deal.