Sitting with Sadness — Interruption #21

The lost art of making time to feel

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I feel sad.

I don’t really want to get into the why of it. I’m merely stating a fact of my life at this present moment in time. I may not feel sad tomorrow. But I do today.

I am not wallowing. Wallowing implies a certain lack of self-restraint. I’m not greedy for my sadness. I have no intention of exploiting it.

I don’t want to numb my sadness, rationalize my sadness, or strain it through a smile. Periodically throughout the day, I need to tuck it away, but it still tugs at the corners of my eyes, stirs in my stomach, leans against my chest. It is there, waiting. And when I am alone, it unfolds, unfurls, and wraps around me.

I just want to sit with it for a while.