It was just one of those days. After a few weeks of feeling totally and completely outside of my self (yes, the space is intended) I finally broke down. I called up my mother, the only thing I know to do when I have a breakdown of this proportion, and just sobbed on the phone. For 38 minutes and 10 seconds I sobbed. (I said some words too.)

The best thing about talking to my mom is that she knows me better than anyone in the world and lets me speak 100% freely. She never invalidates the way I feel and never presents her wisdom as superior. And she lets me cry, for as long as I want, no matter how old I am.

Now, I am so tired, my body is so exhausted from the physical labor of making tears. I am not sure, but I think those tears might have swept away the suppressed feelings and unacknowledged upsets of the moment, making room for new ones to form. I am off to sleep, ready to wake up and make a perfect Saturday out of what was going to be another day of indecision and anxiety, ready to soak up some vitamin D and breath the fresh air.