Moments ago, I felt a tear run down my face.
It was not a surprise to feel that tear. It was not the first. But when I felt it, as it followed its downward path, I appreciated it.
It was the absolute honesty of that tear that struck me. It gently flowed from within. It gently flowed because of the way I felt. I was in tune with my feelings. I am grateful for that.
Sometimes I want to cry. I want to let out the things that are bothering me. The tears won't come.
This evening, tears flowed freely. It doesn't mean anything is terribly wrong. It means I was letting myself feel some sadness. That's ok.
I think it is helpful to let ourselves feel all of our feelings. And to never be afraid to feel an honest tear.