Where do you feel free to throw off convention and reveal your suffering soul if not to anyone but yourself?
This evening I roamed the streets in search of a carwash ... ah ha! after a few funky U-turns and illegal crossings of traffic, I slowly pulled into an automated car wash till the sign read STOP.
I plugged my iPod in and cranked up the music till I could barely hear the pounding of high-pressure water hoses scourging the filth off my Beetle. As Late Tuesday and I sang the prayers of my heart, I could feel worry, regret, fear, guilt, and anxiety fall away from my troubled soul.
This is what I do instead of cry. Crying's a waste of time. Go to the carwash and sing ... you get two things done at once then. Your heart is refreshed and your car is clean.