I feel like I need a corrective to yesterday’s column, “If It Feels Good — Don’t Do It.” Fact is, most of us get emotionally sloppy after D-Day. (Except for those of us, like me, born emotionally sloppy.)
The advice to not let them see your hurt — vindictive freaks will use that in court, Switzerland friends to admonish you about Not Moving On — still stands.
But today’s column is about what happens after you’ve emotionally vomited all over someone’s shoes — and they respond with unexpected kindness.
Happy Hausfrau posted this little read over on Facebook, about a women sobbing in a bathroom (loo). And the writer reads her a poem. (Because hey, captive audience and all.) The poem ends: listen I love you joy is coming.
Joy is coming.
I LOVE THAT.
Kind strangers are harbingers of joy.
Tell me your stories.