It’s been raining a lot lately. A lot. Like, I’ve been looking out for Noah. I’ve been missing the sun and spending time outside with my pup. We’ve both been restless. I’ve been totally sick of wiping muddy paws.
Honestly, I’ve been down. The rain was making me blue.
But today, out came the sun.
Moony and I took full advantage of the beautiful day, spending most of it outside. We both needed it desperately.
Last night, Dad and I went to The Avett Brothers‘ concert in Little Rock. The tickets were our birthday presents to each other. In all actuality, my Dad isn’t a huge fan of concerts (or any event with large crowds in general) – but I bought the tickets and pretty much told him he was going, and we’re both glad we did!
I have wanted to see them live since the first time I watched a Youtube video of them singing and they did not disappoint. The concert was AMAZING (INCREDIBLE, OUTSTANDING… I could go on, but you get the point.)
There was no opening act. The Avett Brothers came out and rocked the Verizon Arena – it was 2.5 hours of pure, unadulterated awesomeness. They blew us away with their energy. They sounded phenomenal. We left a little in awe.
Basically, it was a total blast and if I was in LOVE with The Avett Brothers before, you ain’t seen nothing yet. LOL.
If you aren’t familiar with their music – you should be, what are you waiting for? Go you their website, or Youtube and educate yourself!!!
A while back I heard The Color Run was taking place in my city and while I knew I wasn’t ready to run it quite yet, I also knew I wanted to be involved. So I signed up to volunteer.
Those of you that really know me, know that this is slightly a-typical behavior for me. Why? Well I’m a bit of an introverted-homebody. Talking to strangers isn’t my strong suit. Writing to them on the internet, that I can do; but face-to-face small talk usually has me running in the opposite direction. It’s not that I don’t like meeting new people or participating in things, I just, well, I take after my introverted dad more than my extroverted mom, so it’s not always easy for me.
Today though, I had a total blast!
I put myself out there, I participated in life. I had SO MUCH FUN!!!
I was stationed in “color zone 4,” near the end of the race, and it was our job to throw blue powder on all of the runners/walkers as they passed. We cheered and laughed and woohooed.
We turned blue.
I had a blast volunteering, but I’m determined that next year, I’m going to run. I’m gonna make my dad and little sister train with me this year so we can run it together, it’ll be a challenge for me (Nothing for my dad who once ran the Chicago marathon!) – but I’m already excited!
I was always quick to cry as a child if I got hurt. I remember one particularly unflattering picture of me as a child, I was probably 7 or 8 and I had apparently hurt my ankle. I’m sitting in a chair, blotchy, red-faced, bawling. I think my mom took the picture because I was being overly dramatic. I probably wasn’t hurt all that bad.
But I guess as is normal, as I grew up, I definitely cried less.
I was never one to cry happy tears. Never one to be moved to tears by a sappy movie or commercial. I always made fun of my mom for how quick she was to tear up over things I thought didn’t warrant the faintest sniff. I was lovingly and jokingly referred to as being cold – a heart like a “cold stone floor,” was the joke. It sounds more harsh than it was – it was never meant seriously; for the most part, I cared about people and I felt compassion for people, I just wasn’t a crier.
I say wasn’t, because I am now. I cry almost daily and it’s ridiculous. I cry at sad stories. I cry watching Dr. Phil or Ellen. I cry during Google commercials, I’m serious. Google commercials! I cry reading books. I cry reading/watching/hearing stories about people who are living their dreams. I cry during movies. I cry describing my favorite book to my mom. I cry talking about sad things. I cry talking about happy things. I cry so much I’m wondering what the heck is wrong with my tear ducts. I’m not talking all out sob fests, but watery eyes at the very least and several tears at most – on average. The other day I sobbed so hard I thought I would stop breathing. Today, I had tears in my eyes almost the entire time I read the book Kisses from Katie.
I’m not sure what point I’m trying to make here. I’m not sure I’ve figured it out yet. I still feel like the same person who thought crying all the time was silly. But, now I’m trying to hide my tears from my mom while we watch some dumb show on TV, thinking about all the times I laughed at her for doing the same.
Is my heart just more sensitive now to the pain and joy of others? Have I become more empathetic and compassionate with age?
I googled “What does the Bible say about tears?” and I found this interesting article called “A Tearless Society.” I suggest giving it a read, I found it enlightening.