Cry Baby

(me in my favorite outfit)

I didn’t cry a lot as a baby. Which was odd considering that I multiple surgeries. Nope, I just made this “eh” sound. Even as a toddler I was kick ass. I mean look at that outfit. You wouldn’t accuse that kid of being a cry baby. But guess what, yoga has made me into a crier. I’m not sure if I like this or not.

I’ve always been really empathetic. I’ve always cried during movies and books. Now I cry watching commercials. Biggest Loser. Intervention. The newest Harry Potter trailer (this one is totally understandable though). Hell I even break into tears during pigeon pose from time to time!

So why am I blaming this on yoga? Because it’s gotten me to become more aware of myself and the present moment. I’m allowing myself to be more open to my deeper feelings and to be more free to express my emotions. This is AMAZING and I love it! Well I love the extreme feelings of joy parts of it.

I love seeing someone playing in the park and it brings me a smile (that I now actually pay attention to). I love hearing a woman singing out loud as she’s running and then getting in my car and cranking the sound up and singing along. I love letting go of fights quicker and being more understand of the hubs. I do not love crying more. Or do I? At this point the jury is still out. But lately I can really relate to this song: