“so busy taking care of everyday, you aren’t living your dreams. that’s what living all about. don’t dishonor life by living in pain. let it go. find some joy. Every Day.”

are ya lisnin’?

I am…

Yesterday I Cried

I came home, went straight to my room,
sat on the edge of my bed,
kicked off my shoes,
unhooked my bra,
and I had myself a good cry.

I’m telling you,
I cried until my nose was running all over
the silk blouse I got on sale.
I cried until my ears were hot.
I cried until my head was hurting so bad
that I could hardly see the pile of
soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.

I want you to understand,
I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

Yesterday, I cried,
for all the days that I was too busy,
or too tired,
or too mad to cry.

I cried for all the days, and all the ways,
and all the times I had dishonored,
disrespected, and
disconnected my Self from myself,
only to have it reflected back to me
in the ways others did to me
the same things I had already done to myself.

I cried for all the things I had given,
only to have them stolen;
for all the things I had asked for that
had yet to show up;
for all the things I had accomplished,
only to give them away,
to people in circumstances,
which left me feeling empty,
and battered and plain old used.

I cried because there really does
come a time when the only thing left
for you to do is cry.

Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because little boys get
left by their daddies;
and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;
and daddies don’t know what to do, so they leave;
and mommies get left, so they get mad.

I cried because I had a little boy,
and because I was a little girl,
and because I was a mommy
who didn’t know what to do,
and because I wanted my daddy to be there
for me so badly until I ached.

Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because I hurt.
I cried because I was hurt.
I cried because hurt has no place to go
except deeper into the pain that
caused it in the first place,
and when it gets there,
the hurt wakes you up.

I cried because it was too late.
I cried because it was time.

I cried because my soul knew that I didn’t know
that my soul knew everything I needed to know.

I cried a soulful cry yesterday,
and it felt so good.

It felt so very, very bad.

In the midst of my crying,
I felt my freedom coming,
Because Yesterday,
I cried with an agenda.
(Iyanla Vanzant, from her book Yesterday I Cried:
Celebrating the Lessons of Living and Loving)


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3 Comments on Iyanla says:

  1. neat_rox says:

    Wow. That reaches right into the soul of a woman, doesn’t it?

    And her quote at the beginning of your post….that was me 8 months ago. Taking care of everyone but myself. My dreams were nonexistant. Now I’m better.

    I think I should go buy the book!

    • B.E.M. says:

      Seriously eh?

      I’m buying her book this week.

      She is a life coach of “Starting Over”. Noon ABC

      • neat_rox says:

        I’ve seen her show now and then since it is during my “chore” time and I have a tv in the kitchen. It is a bit sappy for my taste, but I still find myself watching/listening. And it is 10am here on NBC.

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