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I'm nostalgic for the present and I can't stop crying

I'm nostalgic for the present and I can't stop crying

I can't stop freaking out about how fast time is going and how I feel like I'm in the "glory days"

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Cameron Oaks Rogers
Aug 12, 2024
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Hi, it’s me again. Writing to you on another Sunday night post putting the kids down because I forgot to prioritize this during the week and remembered that it needs to go out in the morning. Whoops! It was quite the week, so I’m not surprised this wasn’t a priority. In addition to recovering from the last of my summer covid case, I cried way too many times on the internet this week, and I can’t seem to stop? First this TikTok/reel about the topic I’m going to write about here, then after watching Inside Out during the Bingbong scene (because holy fuck???), and then recapping It Ends With Us where I bawled for the entire second half of the movie. And those were just the times that I had tears falling down my face in a public/internet-facing manner. On the way home from my solo five guys & movie date, which was incredible and I cannot recommend doing enough, I blasted Taylor Swift with the windows down and absolutely bawled. The weirdest part was, I honestly wasn’t sure why?? I wasn’t sad but there wasn’t this like “I’m overcome with joy” feeling either. The music just… made me cry? I think, if I really dive down deep to figure out what is happening over here, I’m finally getting in touch with my emotions after expressing them for the past year and a half as I went through 9 months of pregnancy and then the first 9 months of postpartum. I’m recording a full solo podcast episode on this tomorrow, but I have been doing a lot of internal work that has I think untapped my more spiritual / emotionally in-touch side that evidently leads to floods of tears. The main reason all of these tears started this week is from a lunch date I took my toddler on.

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