There's a reason why some do not recommend porn -- because it is based on something artificial. Well, the same is true with tear-porn. Dunna work. Cheap tears just aren't the solution. You gotta go to the source of your own pain.
Otherwise, you see, you wind up on your way to your parents to drop off Children 3 and 4 for a visit and sobbing the whole way. Which causes great consternation. And advice.
Here's my advice about advice about crying: ignore it. Except, of course, mine.
So, I've cried, cried, cried. I am hopeful that I will wake up tomorrow with swollen eyes but no more tears.
2009 will have tears. Tears of sadness, tears of joy, tears of laughter. Tears of frustration. Heck, tears from onions. But it'll be nice to begin with a drained tank, as it were.
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I like this Alistair Moock song, which I first heard at the Southeast UU Summer Institute:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwklTEmx3xy
Like with porn, though, sometimes the fake sometimes inspires the real.
YMMV.
I am glad you were able to have a good cry. Sometimes that really is what is most needed. I hope 2009 is very happy and healthy for your whole family!
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