Not broken, just a bit bent

Today I couldn't stop crying. Not even a little. I stopped for a few minutes and then it all came out again. Like a red-faced, runny-nosed fountain. I was in a Chinese restaurant eating my rice and General Tso's Tofu and cried twice. I cried on my bike ride home, after a couple told me to ride on the sidewalk. (They ended up apologizing, but I was already in tears. Bet they felt terrible, even though my crying really wasn't their fault.) Once I got home, I cried a bit more.

Then it stopped.

I talked to a dear friend and he ranted and raved to me about how to fix my problem (he's been in a very similar situation) and then he told me something.

"Have a pity party. The biggest saddest one you can think of. Then find something to do." He told me exactly what I needed to hear: that nothing was wrong with me for being so very sad. Because I'm in a new place, with no friends, no support network and no hobbies. He told me to do something that makes me feel uncomfortable. Play rugby, learn how to salsa dance, take knitting lessons.

It eventually clicked. I'm not broken, just a bit bent. And that's fine. Everyone's a bit bent. And the beauty is, sometimes life's better a bit crooked.

So now I suppose I'm going to look into playing rugby. Because if I'm a bit bent, my nose following suit shouldn't be such a big deal. ;)