Sunday stretches ahead of me with nothing planned that I have to do but enjoy it. I love Sundays that are followed by Mondays off. I finished reading Seabiscuit this morning and burst into tears, the first time I’ve sobbed in I can’t remember when. You know, I don’t even like the idea of horse racing when I get to thinking about it, but I’m a fool for the underdog (or underhorse, in this case) and Seabiscuit was a supreme example. He ended his life happily on his lifelong owner’s farm and was buried in a secret place in the woods there with an oak planted on him. His underdog jockey and trainer ended their lives in obscurity and hard times, however. Life is never all a Hollywood movie.
Deep Thought: I bet it was pretty hard to pick up girls if you had the Black Death.
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How good to not stuff the tears inside. I admire that. It took me a long time to even begin to let myself cry about things I read about or watched (I’d tell myself “It’s just a STORY” or “It’s just a MOVIE” and tamp down the emotions) I still struggle with doing that, but I’m working on not being ashamed of being moved to tears.
Well, of course there was nobody to see me except two cats who actually looked kind of concerned.
If I had to go very long without tears, I am quite sure I would burst in general. They are my release. Not that I go around crying all the time, but every once in a while a good sob is all it takes to release and be ready to start over. I want to thank you for all your kind comments on my site. Your big heart shows in each of them. Infinite Blessings