On the toilet, at work, I cried.
For those who are unaware I cry . . . because I’m sad. When I’m overwhelmed. Watching Disney movies, listening to the perfect musical score or measure, reading a tearjerker. Seeing newborns for the first time, children at play, proposals and weddings. . . When I’m mad, fulfilled, surprised, or simply in awe of nature’s workings. When I read a verse that speaks to me, your blogs, your experiences, the ups and downs, and often the comments you all leave for me . . . I cry when I’m happy. Ask Frankie, he’ll tell you— I cry, a lot. I don’t know why, but I know I’m a sap, and I know I left my desk with much haste to have a moment with self in the women’s restroom. . . yeah, and it’s all Nena’s fault, but Jahla Queen Sister, and Thank You a million times over. If I had a ten-thousand tongues I couldn’t say Thank You enough ♥.