I don’t remember feeling this emotional over a grey squirrel or from seeing water spray up from the concrete waterpark floor, onto my sons underpanted kid body.
I don’t remember when I felt like this last; listening to songs I just learned. I feel I’m an emotional ball of sheeps wool. I feel weak with life.
I feel fricking weak with life.
Maybe we get so stuck on being strong. On holding our ground, landmarking our opinions and building them onto even higher grounds. But you know, I think it’s pretty darn special to get weak.
To let life kind of fill you up with oats of tears and to sit in that bowl and just, cry for how happy sad things can be.
Because feeling is a gem.
Feeling is a wonderful.
Put down your muscles and let yourself get weak with life.