I Finally Had My Cry

My trip to Paris isn't all about beauty and Joie De Vie.  This time of year is very difficult for me.   Last month was the anniversary of my husband's death and next month would have been our wedding anniversary.

This evening, I sat in my rented Paris flat, and even though I thought I was happy; I burst into tears.  I cried until I was too exhausted to cry anymore.

As I sat there with hot tears streaming down my face, I felt an extreme release.
A release of sadness over the losses I've experienced in my life, and a release of the stress that my body has held on to.

However, I  also realized that I was shedding tears of joy over the blessings in my life.  I am blessed with a close relationship with God, beautiful kids, and a generous doting mother who worries about her grown-up  baby girl.

I'm glad I had that cleansing cry in private with no one within earshot to unduly worry.  Next time, I won't wait so long.