If you're like me. . .

You'll really appreciate this post.

I cry.  A lot.  Probably way more than I should and never enough.

It doesn't take much these years to make me tear up.

I used to think that my tears were signs of weakness.

Now I'm learning to embrace them and the cleansing they provide my soul.

Next week, while on my spring break, I've agreed to meet with a friend and do something that is going to bring on a lot of tears.

A LOT of tears.

I should probably contact Kleenex NOW and alert them to an upcoming shortage.

However, I trust that my tears will do what I need them to do--give my physical body a momentary release from sadness.