
I feel ya, Blair.
My kids think I’m a little off because I’m regularly brought to tears by any number of things like: children’s books, empowered overcomers, and (obviously) American Ninja Warrior. (One of my pet peeves, though, is when people apologize when they cry as if it’s wrong or weird, so I have made a commitment to never apologize for my Leaky Gene.) Over the years my heart has been tenderized into a pulpy, beautiful mess of compassion and empathy. (And apparently peri-menopause is now an ingredient in my soul cocktail. So that’s fun…)
But recently I’ve experienced tears of a different kind. There are tears of joy, rage, sadness, and even gratitude, but lately, I have shed tears that come from a place of appreciating PASSION. Continue reading