:: why all the tears?

OH, Dawson. I cry a little.  Some.  Frequently. Ok, all the dang time. Literally every day, which is apparently more than most humans who've matured beyond the toddler stage.  And I cry about everything.  I cry when I'm heartbroken. Frustrated. Overwhelmed. When I'm elated. Grateful. Feeling especially loved. If I laugh too hard. I've been known to get misty-eyed over a really good cheese. If there's applause for any reason...any reason at all (and it doesn't make a difference if it's in person or on TV or the radio)...I get all choked up and weepy-eyed. (Embarrassing.)  If I see another human cry, whether I know them or not,you can bet your sweet bippy I'll be crying, too. And more often than I'd like to admit, I find myself with tear-streaked cheeks with no idea why other than something deep within me was moved. Those that know me well aren't alarmed anymore when they inevitably see me cry, but it takes me by surprise every.single.time. If I cry, it's because as an empath, I feel all of the things, all of the time.  I wasn't always like this. But at some point during my divorce many years back, I stopped trying to put on a brave face and just embraced the pain. I learned the value of staying open, and honest, and vulnerable. It's not easy, but for me, it's been the only choice worth making, if my other option is to harden my heart to the life and beauty all around me.  My tears have become such a silly, endearing (or so I'm told) and unavoidable trademark of who I am that I decided to share about all the things that move me to tears. Maybe you'll be moved, too.  Xoxo.