Tears… they are a good thing! I just can’t thank God enough that I CAN cry. Now I am not kidding. There are plenty of times I just need to cry… especially this year. Yet, I have several girlfriends who have boldly declared and confessed they rarely, if ever cry, nor want to, or need too cry. Amazing. Rarely Cry? You have to be kidding me. I have probably spent hours of my life thrown over the bed crying. Now I am not saying that I am extremely proud of that… but Darlin’ ! There are times a women just needs a good cry. At the end of a good cry it really feels fabulous, and just think how many calories I can expend. Ok, I am kidding here. But it is great to have a good cry and I simply can’t imagine not being able to or wanting to…..CRY that is!
If I couldn’t cry, I would have already had that nervous breakdown, scheduled or unscheduled. I would eat my weight in chocolate all day and night long and unfortunately, I would not want just ANY chocolate, it must be Lindt Lindor or Godiva! So financial issues would also arise from being a chocoholic.
With the loss of my mom and the No. 2 Son of Thunder being so sick, tears have been my friend this past year in addition to praying whenever and wherever I can. I must confess that shoes have helped too. I know it sounds a bit shallow. OK, so I KNOW it is shallow, but it has helped with so much sadness, sickness and loss. When you find a killer pair of shoes, it is almost impossible to cry. Unless, of course, you cry because the shoes are so incredible! I, personally, have never cried over a pair of shoes, but I have talked to my shoes. Now I know that sounds pretty incredible, but once “the editor” ( AKA my husband) caught me in my closet admiring an unbelievably beautiful pair of brown suede 3 1/2 inch pumps. They were FABULOUS! I had gotten them for a steal at Steinmart. It was a bit awkward to be discovered in the closet, talking to my shoes… but they were glorious and that is all I was saying, alone in the closet, with my new shoes….. Ok, that does sound pretty funny like MAYBE a possible nervous breakdown. I have not been talking to my shoes lately, but a few friends have stepped into my closet to check out my latest acquisitions. Plural – that is correct. The shoes and purses I have acquired through the years are a feast for the eyes and they do make me happy. Again shallow but true. Happy. happy. happy. happy……
It takes a shopaholic and purseaholic to appreciate an unbelievable pair of pumps or fine purse. The editor doesn’t get it and doesn’t want to get it. However, he does love seeing the ” little black dress” in her pumps! Then he gets it!
So when the going gets tough, the tough buy pumps. But only when they can pay cash. No debt for the modern sophisticated women. Remember…(the editor’s justflipthedog.com)..ok..ok ..ok.. I am still working on that checkbook thing, slowly but surely I will get it!
One must remember that a strong sophisticated woman of faith prays for divine intervention over the right price for the right accessories! By the way did I tell you about the new purse I got for Christmas. You would love it! It is devine! Happy New Year, Happy crying and Happy shopping!
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January 6, 2010 at 4:00 am
yes, yes, yes….I can remember the first time I realized we were meant to be friends. It was when I admited that I loved having chocolate and a glass of red wine together and you chimed in and said “oh honey it is delectable”, or something like that! I thought, someone who understands me!
You know I have no problem crying and it can be most inconvenient at times. I certainly don’t want to be perceived as an emotional basketcase, but I agree with you in that sometimes you just need a good cry. It is such a stress release. I feel sorry for men who don’t feel that freedom. I don’t understand women who don’t need or want to cry. Certainly they understand that is a privilege and a right that only women and children really have. Perhaps women who do not feel the need to cry have not experienced much pain or loss in thier life. Or maybe they are afraid if they start they won’t be able to stop.
I feel sometimes that my soul is like a damn and that for every hurt, heartache, loss, pain I have suffered a little hair line crack has formed in the wall. When the damn becomes weakened those little hairline cracks burst and my tears and pain flood out. But God is good and he is there to collect those tears and patch that weak spot. Until the pressure builds up again and so it goes, another good cry and a release of the pressure.
Oh, and I so agree with you that sometimes there is no better cure for what ails you than a new pair of shoes, especially if you have the added benefit of finding them on sale. That is an added perk for me because I get a natural high whenever I find a fabulous piece for a fabulous price!
So, a toast to you my dear friend may we laugh more than we cry this New Year, but never feel ashamed for that needed cry, may we treat ourselves kindly and to an occasional piece of chocolate and wine when needed, and if we can help it, never feel guilty about purchasing a pair of fabulous shoes as part of our therapy.
Heres to us! Love you!
January 13, 2010 at 5:11 pm
Kindred spirits! So true. Thanks for being such a faithful friend! We have cried together, Laughed together and prayed hours together. It doesn’t get mush better than that. I love you and pray for healing for you dear friend. Be Encouraged! love Corby