I’m coming of age.
You know the age.
The age where your body actually takes over.
You have no choice but to succumb to it.
It’s the hormones, people.
Some hormones say, “Hey, you’re still young. You’re strong and can take on anything. Nothing bothers you.”
Other hormones say, “You are too old. Your life is almost over and you must take everything personally. Everything affects you.”
And, yes, you must fight. And, I hate to break it to you, but the battle gets worse with age.
The battle is constant: Young, fun hormones against the older hormones trying to get you down.
Part of the battle is trying not to be a basket case at all times.
(Example)
I’m not used to this uncontrollable surge of emotion that can happen at any time.
Any. Time.
With absolutely no warning.
Don’t believe me?
Here are the things that have made my eyes well up with tears this week
(It’s only Tuesday):
The Hallmark movie, “Christmas in Canaan”
Having to do 3rd grade math homework for an hour and a half with my child
Realizing that I can be such a jerk
Watching the video of the 20,000 people dancing to The Black-Eyed Peas song, “I’ve Got a Feelin,'” on Oprah’s show in Chicago last summer (I actually giggled at the fact that I teared up over something so ridiculous. Nuts.)
(Here. Look at it. What the heck? No need to cry.)
“The Biggest Loser” – at least 5 times throughout the show
Reading that Paul wrote that the Corinthians “gave, even beyond their ability” and realizing that I don’t even know what that means and I obviously don’t give enough
Thinking about my kids going back to school and that I would actually miss the couple of weeks that we had together (the staying up late and sleeping late was the best)
Enough with the waterworks already, crybaby. Suck it up.