It’s okay to be sad.
There, I said it. Waited 60 seconds and guess what? Nothing bad happened. It really is okay to not be happy all the time. It’s okay to be down sometimes. It’s okay to be anxious about life, relationships, the future. It’s okay to watch sappy movies and cry over them.
Okay, before someone comes along and starts thinking I’m saying that they should be tissue carrying, issue wrestling, depressed for lifers…that’s not it at all. But life isn’t all roses. It isn’t a fairy tale no matter how badly Taylor Swift and the rest of us want it to be. Life is a roller coaster. It has crazy highs and crazy lows and the only way to get between them is a long arduous climb to the top and the free falling plummet to the bottom.
My Mom would say that if we only ever lived on the mountain peaks of life we wouldn’t grow as people. Because nothing grows and thrives on mountain peaks. All the vital growing is done in the valleys. And it’s tough, because, the view from the top is exquisite. It’s bold and conquering and fun. And the valley is…not so grand. It’s mundane. And full of painful work and growing.
I’ve been struggling with being sad since B and I moved to Germany. Heck, actually since I moved away from Texas. I’m finally fighting my way up and away from that, but, it’s a slow climb. Instead of tears every day they’re every other day now. But, at least they’re going away. And, I’m finally starting to be okay with being sad. Which is letting me grieve the loss of moving away from everything I’ve ever known. By grieving it, I’m letting go of it. By letting go of it, I’m finding myself able to generally be happy again. The underlying sadness is dying because I’m embracing it rather than denying it.