Have you ever had one of those conversations that after it's over, you think to yourself "That was all truth! Surely, anyone and everyone could benefit from that in some way." I had one of these earlier this past week. I was telling someone the story of my tattoo and what it means to me. I won't get into the whole story here, but I'll tell you it's in memory of my the baby I lost eight months ago. It may seem strange to some of you that have never suffered a miscarriage to hear that I still struggle with this so many months later. I know that before mine, I never realized how deep a scar it can carry. I was talking with this person how it's weird that I'll go several days being okay and then something will happen; a song will come on the radio, somebody will say something, or really... any random thing could happen and I'll just burst into tears. This person told me something that I had already known, but them saying it out loud simply validated it as a truth. They told me to feel what I'm feeling, no matter how silly or ridiculous it might seem. Isn't that so simple? Simple, but completely brilliant. It's okay to cry when a hip hop rap song comes on the radio, if that's what I'm feeling. It's okay to mourn the loss of someone who passed several years ago, if that's what you're feeling. It's okay to feel totally blah if that's where you're at. Cry. Do it. Feel it. Just make sure, you get up the next day ready to face and feel whatever comes. That's life. It's hard, it's tough, it's beautiful.