Wednesday, February 29, 2012


Today I am not going to spend a lot of time talking about food and exercise (largely because I failed miserably on the food end today - but not in the way you'd expect).  Instead, I am going to have a mini-therapy session with myself, and you're coming along for the ride.  You're welcome.

I am a strong girl.

Because of things I have experienced in the past - specifically things relationship-wise (or lack thereof) - I have become somewhat hardened.

Not a lot gets to me anymore: I take things with a grain of salt and stick to my belief that everything happens for a reason, that life turns out exactly how it is supposed to, that things I experience make me who I am.  I am genuinely (and sickeningly so) happy, optimistic, and positive that life is good and that good things happen to good people.

And, I am really great about thinking of all the positives in my life: I have the greatest family and friends a girl could ask for, I love what I do, I am healthy, I am free, and I am doing good things for my world.

Instead of getting frustrated, upset, sad, or - honestly - even phased by things that don't go my way, I pour my heart into other avenues: my students, my career, my friends, my fitness, my volunteering, my writing, my cooking, etc.

Essentially, I make myself so busy and so preoccupied with other aspects of life - and with listening to and helping others with their difficulties - that I don't have the time or the energy to get emotional about things that may not be so amazing in my life.

But sometimes, very rarely, I break.

And today was one of those times.

I don't know if it's because I haven't had a good cry in a while, or because my foot is in so much pain, or because of recent events, or what, but I am just sad.

I don't give up on things.  And I don't give up on people.

It's just not who I am.  I am persistent.  And, yes, I am stubborn.

However, I think it might be time to just give up on this one.

And in the midst of "giving up," I have been happy, I have been cheerful, I have been supportive, and I have been loving.  I have put on a really great facade.

But, like I said, that tough exterior cracked today.  The flood gates opened.

And I am indelibly grateful that Mags - one of my bestest friends - essentially forced me out of the house and was seen with me in public while I was tearing up and making a fool of myself.

She knew that things weren't good and that my emotions were running haywire, and she told me that was okay.  And that was nice.  I love her to pieces.

I know that tomorrow is a new day, and I know that I will be strong again.

But that doesn't mean that I won't shed a few more tears tonight.


  1. Oh, Emily. I wish I could hug you right now. Let's get together soon. Maybe this weekend? What are you up to?

  2. *Hugs* Tomorrow (or really, today) is a new day. Things can only go up from here. In the mean time, do things to pamper yourself when you're feeling down, even if they're little. Take a bubble bath & read, do your nails, things like that... so even if you feel crummy, you'll know you look good! :-)

    Anyways, good vibes from me are coming your way.

  3. Aw honey, I'm so sorry you've had a rough time lately. Call me if you need ANYTHING! oxox