I cry a lot. Or at least recently. Ok, to be fair, I’ve always been a cryer. It just feels good. Today I cried before my show because I wasn’t sure if my heart would open and I would just BE (you know, just BE) on stage, and now I’m crying because I did and I’m scared and happy and vulnerable and ecstatic. I met someone once who told me that love is finite, and he couldn’t love more than one person at a time (in life, not just romantically). I realized then that the opposite was true– we have the potential for unbounding, infinite love, and just saying that is making me cry again. It feels good and bad and hard and easy and incredible and horrible to be alive. But at least, as my father says, I am not six feet under. That’s my rant right now, for today.