These days, it does not take much for me to get teary-eyed or even to weep.
I weep when I read about someone’s good deed.
Or, I hear a song that brings back a memory, either sad or happy.
A first this bothered me.
Why the tears?
Am I depressed?
Not eating right? Not getting enough exercise? Medical issue?
I don’t think so.
I eat healthy foods, do yoga, walk 3+ miles per day, and lift weights twice a week.
In between, I have rambunctious, fun play sessions with Riley, my exuberant dog.
We dance to music videos on You Tube.
I dance “like no one is looking” because no one is except for Riley who loves it.
Such a big doggy grin on her face!
I function quite well, even holding down a full-time job.
My adult sons and I get along and communicate often.
I have friends and a social life.
I am well-groomed and appropriately dressed.
Clean bill of health from my doctor.
I think I check off most, if not all, of the boxes for a healthy person.
So, I cry sometimes.
So be it.