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I hadn’t cried in a while. It’s not that I couldn’t, it’s just that it takes the right place, right time, right mix of crap in life to make me really cry. I’m not talking  about the tear that creeps its way to sunlight when watching a commercial about rescuing puppies. And I’m not talking about the multiple tears that stream down my face after watching The Notebook or Titanic. I’m talking seriously, heaving, drooling, snotting, makeup-running-everywhere, bawling. Yep. That was me tonight. It wasn’t pretty. But I was present.

It was a series of events that led me to this “breakdown.” None of which amount to much, really, but it was the messy amalgamation that really put me over the edge. That, and it’s the time of year.

It’s always right around my Birthday — when my dad comes to visit — that I seem to lose it. I’m not sure if it’s just because my Birthday is imminent, I’m a year older, a year closer to 30, a year further away from 21 and my childhood. Or if it’s because I wait all year for this quality time with my dad, who tends to ground me (in the good way) every time I see him and get to spend time alone.

Tonight was my night. And this Dane Cook skit is perfect. Watch the whole thing. Trust me.

Sometimes, we just need a good cry. Get all that pent up aggravation out of us. Refocus on breathing. Get back under control. And realize that life goes on, and for the most part, it’s good.

That, and hugs never hurt anyone either.

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