The Ugly Cry

There is a picture somewhere in my parents house that is not a pretty one.  It's also one whose existence I have never forgotten.

It's of me, probably in middle school, in a big coral t-shirt, red cheeks, and tears streaming down my face.  My parents were tired of my crying about something and pulled the old "if you hold that expression to long your face will freeze that way"  and it's not a pretty face.

You know how you watch movies and a main character cries and they still manage to look good.  Or that friend who breaks into tears but looks like they are okay.  Well, I am NOT that friend.  The problem is that I can cry pretty easily at sweet, or really sad things on TV, but it's not a really emotional cry... but man when those hit...  I am an ugly crier.  You know how I know this?

Because today the straw that broke the camel's back appeared.  After speaking with someone at my house for a few minutes when I got home, I headed to wash my face, hoping that taking off the mask would make me feel a little better.  And then I felt it... that tear that slipped down my cheek.

And then, like a mighty river that can be held back the tears fell... as I was standing in front of a mirror. Not a pretty sight.  I cried for a couple minutes and then told my self to "get your s**t together."

When what I really should have done was headed to my room, crawled in bed and had an A+ cry.  Because as I've written before they can be cleansing.  As long as you can't see yourself.

Life is busy, it's fast paced.  

There is so much to do in what seems to be so little time.

Remember there are many things in life that can wait.  

But The Sunset Won't!