I love rainy days. I know, how melancholy of me. I love sunny days too, but every now and then when the mood is right, rainy days hit the spot. Today was one of those days. This might be one of the more personal blogs I will share, which will also make it one of the more harder ones to share.
For those of you who have not shared anything artistic or personal – it is a lot harder than it looks. It is basically putting your bleeding heart on display for the world to see and decide how they feel about it. You may be wondering why then would I ever willing do that to myself. Me too. I blame my mother. In the best way of course. In the way we blame our mothers for feeling sick to our stomach after all of the delicious food they cooked for us. My mother has told me two things recently that I have stuck with me.
First she told me to write more. She is always encouraging me to keep writing, and more so to share my writing. The truth is that probably only 20% of my writing ever makes it to this blog. It is too raw, too personal. It is not the picture of a put together life that we have been taught we must constantly show.
The second thing my mother has told me is that we must allow ourselves to feel our emotions. We must allow ourselves to grieve. I have found that my heart will be sad whether or not I choose to acknowledge it. However, the sooner I acknowledge it, the sooner I can move on. Hearts, like youngest children, need a lot of attention. (Did I just admit I need a lot of attention? My siblings will never let me live that down . . . )