So, I was sitting on my sofa, laptop in lap, my large canine friend in front of me, and incredibly hot husband to the right of me.
“I’ve got nothin’. I mean, I have nothing to write about. Not when I’m feeling the way I’m feeling,” I blurted out to Kris.
That was hard to admit. Not running on empty in the creative writing department part. We all know “creative writing” and dustytakledotcom are not necessarily synonymous. It was hard to admit that I was struggling inside with some emotions that I have withheld for, oh, about a week. Ya see, I don’t suppress anything for long. It’s just not my nature. But, these feelings, for personal reasons, were just hard to uncover with Kris. And, it wasn’t his stuff. It was mine. All mine.
So, I told him. And, I cried. I cried some more. Then, a little more.
Every once in a while, I have an old issue that sneaks up on me. And, I feel those feelings again. An issue that I nailed to the cross long ago. It’s an issue that tries to disguise itself as performance-minded or self-sufficiency. But, when I tear away its mask, I see it for what it really is.
Insecurity. A need for validation.
I knew exactly what prompted those feelings. Being honest with my feelings wrapped in a blanket of tears was what I needed.
Ahhh. All better now.
If you’re having your own internal struggle right now, find a safe place and open your heart to him or her. And, if you really want to get it all out, then cry, baby, cry.
Do you ever just need a good cry?