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In recovery mode. This past weekend, I was bed ridden. I forced myself to get things done, so I won’t fall behind. I didn’t get much done. I guess all the forces of the universe were trying to tell me that I needed a break, but I was to stubborn to listen. I spent most of the time sleeping, eating soup, drinking milk, reading, writing, meditating, watching foreign dramas, and watching sunsets on my balcony.

Anyhoo... have you ever been so sad that you can't even cry? You just sit there and think about how sad you are. I’ve been feeling sad more frequently lately. I’m not sure if it’s something new, or I’ve just allowed myself to feel sad instead of finding things to distract me from feeling anything. It’s not about anything in particular. I just feel like I haven’t given myself the time alone to let my emotions run wild. Be human. I feel like I don’t have time for anything. Life is that hectic right now.

This may sound crazy, but there is something beautiful in sadness. I find it more raw and real than happiness. Think about it. People cannot wait to show the world how happy they are, but how often do people truly show sadness? It’s something they reserve for people they let in. It’s something almost sacred. That’s beautiful.

Of course, I enjoy being happy, and I’m happy on most days. Not over the moon happy, but life is good... for the most part. What I'm trying to say is... don’t ever apologize for feeling sad. Feeling anything is a good thing.