I don’t know if I’m getting more sentimental in my old age, secreting more estrogen (yes it happens to men as we age. Stop laughing) or just coming to grips with how beautiful life is and to not take things for granted.
I recently spent some time with long time friends. Friends I’ve known for over thirty years. We caught up on old times and new times. We reconnected in a way that, on more than one occasion, found me getting teary eyed.
We spoke of tragedies we’ve had in common. We spoke of the joys and triumphs we’ve shared. We spoke of our moments in life that have made us the most proud.
In almost every one of these instances I found myself getting choked up and at least three tears were shed. I did whatever I could to keep the flood gates from opening. It was never the time nor place to let loose a torrid of emotions. I’ll keep them in check for now.
I often find myself getting misty during television shows and movies. Something I never did as a younger version of me. Why am I becoming an emotional wreck?
Seriously though, why? Recently, we watched The Secret Life of Pets and when Snowball swam to the depths of the Hudson River to bring the lost keys to Max… I mean, come on, seriously. It’s a flipping cartoon movie for crying out loud. I can no longer stop the water works from happening.
It used to take something pretty extraordinary for the faucet to open. The death of a loved one, the birth of my children, and the day I married the love of my life. You know, pretty big things where one would expect tears to flow pretty easily.
Right now, it’s currently a big mystery as to why I get all choked up for the slightest of things. Who knows but I think it’s time I go out an change my oil, chop down a tree, and chug a beer!