An Unusual Form of Inspiration.

Last night, while I was trying to get better by sitting on the couch, drinking water, petting the cat and watching television, I started watching an encore presentation of Dancing With the Stars. This is not only a show I don't watch, it is a show I refused to watch (because I took all of the ballroom dancing I could take in a lifetime while I was assisting a dance photographer in college for four months, going to show after show after show) until my mom had me watch it with her one night while I was visiting the homestead. I thought, okay, this is not that bad. Even still, I never watch it.

But a weird thing happened last night as I was watching large and in charge Wendy Williams practice for her dance. She said "tears for me are not a sign of weakness, they are a release of stress".  Just thinking about the fact that she said that made me completely happy and I was inspired immediately. I try not to cry in situations of utter frustrations. I try to just plug on through, but sometimes, it gets so stressful, bottling up all of that...well....stress. I have never believed for a minute that I was a weak human being but some people have made me think in my life that crying is a sign of weakness. Nah. Wendy was right. It isn't like I go out and about and cry my way down the street, but this is a stressful and frustrating time for me and that is all it is. When people say sad I think of funerals  and plane crashes and natural disasters and heart wrenching pain.  I do not lead a sad life. Everyone has stress, so thank you, Wendy. I will still only listen to your talk show as background for writing but you have inspired me.