But, I digress. Sometimes, as women, we just reach the boiling point. Pressures build and steam must have a vent. It doesn't matter if it's sadness, melancholy, anger, exhaustion, or what have you. All I know is that when the steam builds to that point, we must allow it to escape. We have to find an outlet, but fast! It could be crying, which is one of my favorites. It could be laughing hysterically in all the wrong circumstances. It could be physical intimacy, which I can't participate in. Or drinking, also a no-no. Or drugs. BEEP! Not that either. So, I listen to songs that bring back sweet memories or put on a favorite cathartic movie, and I let 'er rip. I mean, from the toes up through the gut and out of the mouth in the most mournful sound imaginable. Or course, I warn everyone first.
"I'm going to go and have a jolly good cathartic cry. Pay no attention to the bellowing in the next room, next house, or next town over. OK, maybe it doesn't get that loud, but it does sometimes carry, depending on the cloud formations and humidity level.
Today, I am better. I am thankful for the privilege of being a woman and having this wonderful opportunity to get emotional out of my system and into the night air.
Peace and love,