If I was writing a summary of 2014, I would say it was a year of tears.
Up until this year, I didn’t cry much. A little moisture around the eyes in the dark at some movies mostly. This year, that changed.
I have cried from despair, loss, frustration, more loss – and joy, a deep feeling of connection. I have cried when I felt divine love flowing through me and could not contain it.
It’s all good, these tears. Cleansing. Opening. I’m ok with it.
I grew up thinking that guys don’t cry. Heck, my mother didn’t even cry. She would get frustrated with herself when she couldn’t hide her emotions.
2014 was a hard year. I don’t know if the tears helped me cope or heal. I do know that there was absolutely no holding them back.