Emotional rollercoaster

Every body's unique personality makes for an interesting world and exciting life.

Emotions encompass a huge part of that personality.

Some folks lack emotion, others ARE but don't show it, and then some constantly ride that emotional roller coaster....while others let their emotions motivate them to strive for perfection or carry out a tough task.

Each individual has a different way of harnessing their emotions. Some handle them well while others let their emotions run roughshod.

When we are required to do something that may frighten us, the emotional spurt of adrenalin propels us to carry out the action. I've heard many true stories about how someone picked up a car off an injured person or did something 'super human' because of that extra burst.

If we are just relaxing watching a movie, sometimes our emotions get the best of us, depending on the nature of that movie.


Well, depending on the day, the situation, if things are going well or if one is having a rocky day may dictate the mood. Every day is different and sometimes one really has no control.

Usually I am in a great mood. My emotions are in check unless something really goes haywire in an overly stressed situation and I feel helpless. Half the time I don't even remember how I felt a week ago. That moment is gone and have moved on to bigger and better things.

But, I was able to document a very specific, emotional roller coaster in my life recently.

One week ago, my emotions were out of control.

It was not just one incident, but at least a half-dozen or more different feelings causing havoc. Again, normally I don't recount specifics down to the second, but this particular event will linger in my memory for a while.

I could not stop crying during the 11am Mass. I tried masking it. I tried stopping. I could not do either. The flood gates were open. Now, there were a number of mitigating factors. My best friend, who had been in town, was leaving. Right after Mass, in fact, I had to drive him to the airport. But we go through this twice a year, and honestly, I usually don't cry. It's all part of life. Someone visits and you know they must leave.

The other main factor, which is stupid and juvenile, was that I really did not sing much at Mass. I could not attend practice, and it seems whenever that happens, I'm 'benched' so to speak. Again, that usually does not bother me. But last Sunday, it really had an impact on my psyche.

Factor in the words in many of the songs being sung, with my friend leaving realizing I would be alone again with no real true friends to hang out with or do fun stuff with (who are not married with children), not reaching my weight-loss goal in time for Craig's visit, not accomplishing everything around the house in time for Craig's visit, having to go back to reality after a week of 'out of the ordinary fun,' Mom, and so many other concerns/responsibilities that are constantly on my shoulders, and my shoulders alone.

I thought I had camouflaged the tears but after Mass, a wonderfully nice choir member came up to me to ask me how I was doing. I really did not want the flood gates to open and unload everything on her but just knowing that she cared seemed to ease the pain just a little.


Fast forward to today at the 11am Mass. Total turnaround. Fine. Normal. In fact, better than normal, in great voice, singing many songs, orchestrating the coffee social after Mass and just enjoying the beautiful 1st day of Summer with Mom!

If you would have asked me what triggered last Sunday, how I 'snapped out of it' and see the about face, there is absolutely no rhyme or reason EXCEPT that pesky emotional roller coaster that lives within each and every one of us!