Cry Your Eyes Out: Vulnerability is Brave

I couldn't sleep last night. I put on some shoes and hopped in the car. Filled up my gas tank. Hit the highway. I drove and drove and drove. 25 miles, 50 miles, 100 miles into the pitch black night.

Let me tell you, I cried my face off. Let it all out in clumsy roars. I cranked music as loud as it would go and wailed at the top of my lungs. I danced and shook and thought and felt.

C R A Z Y. But not really, when you think about it.

Why do people swallow their emotions? Hold in tears and words. Cower in the face of fear. Look the other way. Brush the not-so-sexy stuff under the carpet. Allow pride to trump feelings. Yuck.

The truth is, we're super strong. But we're also really fucking fragile. Some days the meticulously constructed plan we've created for our lives doesn't make any goddamn sense at all. Most days. That's part of the process, eek.

Vulnerability is okay, right?

(The answer is hell yes.)