Dear Diary: Entry Two- Tears

Dear Diary,

Well, I made it to 2025.

It’s the fourth day of the new year, and I hope this year brings a lot of color and joy.

For some reason, I cried yesterday.

I sat in my therapist's office, recounting the past year and how things were going well.

As I thought about my life, I couldn’t help but cry.

These weren’t a few tears but an oceanic feeling of tears.

They kept flowing, and I couldn’t help but think about why it was happening.

My therapist interjected and said I might have been mourning over myself.

Perhaps.

I tried thinking of the reason behind my streams of tears.

I embraced the moment and continued to cry.

I thought that maybe I was incapable of crying.

A few days before, I met up with a good friend, and we discussed crying.

He shared his story and the feelings that he has been dealing with.

He wished me well and prayed that I would have the same breakthrough that he did.

Sure enough, God answered.

I told him about the experience, and he was happy for me.

My life mission right now is to find and live in color.

I want to cry more.

I want to laugh more.

I want to experience all the emotions out there.

I don’t want to be a statue.

I want to move about the rainbow.

As I write this, I believe I’ll touch the rainbow.

I’ll be in full force of the spectrum of color.

Years ago, while living in NC, I practiced improv comedy. 🎭

I sincerely enjoyed learning the craft and building upon a thought.

I live by the “yes and” principle and do my best not to negate.

I felt alive on stage and felt at home doing comedy routines.

Maybe this year, I will venture out and perform improv comedy.

Well, that’s all I got! Till next time!