a penny for my thoughts?

I find it amazing that books, fictional or no, have the ability to bring me to tears or have me laughing out loud instantly when my usual person finds difficulty showing any abundance of emotion whatsoever. I typically come off as mildly pleasant to others when inside, I'm so excited I could burst my spleen with anymore happiness. (Anger appears more readily, however.)

I've evolved into a crier. Yes, Mother, a crier, just like you. Most things make me cry these days, whether sad or happy. I haven't read a book in the past year and a half that hasn't brought tears, and if you look at what I've been reading, you may question me on that. I didn't cry during my wedding though, which is weird because I always cry as a guest at others' weddings. I even cry while reading about someone else's wedding. That's what I'm trying to say, I guess, is that I'm filled to the brim with emotions when they involve other people's lives, not my own. It's very strange. I must admit that I did weep silently on my wedding night, long after all the guests returned home and the only people left were my husband and me. What a relief...followed by four days of illness during my honeymoon. I guess the release was too much. I still managed to enjoy myself very much in Victoria. And, I got a little reading in while there.

I'm so blessed to have a career that allows, or demands, reading books so often. I'm naturally drawn to text. What can I say? I'm a reader. I love being able to free my emotions, even if through empathy alone. Maybe I'll be able to someday look back at the various events in my life and put the feelings I felt down on paper, giving them life after all. I'm thinking of a book of sorts here, but another thought has surfaced. What about scrapbooking? I've recently become very motivated to start creating books of memories, and I think journaling on the pages will accomplish this need to externalize my inner expressions, emotions as I feel them, not as I show them. I'm inspired anew. 'Til next time...