tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350406615166417147.post7639893406481018965..comments2024-03-26T22:55:14.070-07:00Comments on Avoiding Regret: A Tear's WorthSandi Hemmerleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16500439516140538378noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350406615166417147.post-37951298047805506432013-01-31T15:11:00.002-08:002013-01-31T15:11:00.002-08:00Rachel, I love this!Rachel, I love this!Sandi Hemmerleinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16500439516140538378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350406615166417147.post-12997742232595396782013-01-31T15:08:18.287-08:002013-01-31T15:08:18.287-08:00I have alternately seen crying as a weakness and t...I have alternately seen crying as a weakness and then a strength. I have spent years dry as a bone, and a few years (tellingly, the ones after the dry spell) filling an ocean. Fo a long time I felt like my crying was at a good, adult level, not often, but here and there. A sad movie, a death of a distant relative, a build up of frustration at work or in my relationship. Last Spring I suffered a big loss and was thrown again into a tissue box a week habit for a few months. Now, I kind of few it less as something with worth, and more as something that relieves physical tension for me. My tears are mine, and what I cry over has nothing to do with them, and everything to do with self-soothing. I cry a lot less now that I've reclaimed my tears as mine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com