The obvious answer to this would be, because everything makes me cry.
I have to say though, choking up after watching my first flash mob scene on Oprah had me wondering what exactly my problem was and if, the fact that flash mobs make me cry means I am truly an emotional basket case.
Then, I watched the episode of Modern Family, the one where Mitchell participates in a flash mob for Cam, and found myself all choked up again. Maybe it was just the sweet gesture of love and the fact that I like the show so much that I actually stop blog-reading and writing long enough to watch it every Wednesday night.
But then, I watched the flash mob at Blissdom,
and for a minute I thought I was choked up because I had missed out on yet another blogging conference, but after seeing the faces of lots of amazing ladies whose words I have read or who have been gracious enough to read my own words, I figured it out.
It’s the unity.
The unity is what gets me every time.
A big group of people, all with possibly just that five minutes in common, joining together one after another, dancing the same dance.
This is what blogging has turned into for me, especially on risky days… days when I’m scared to hit “publish” because I have poured my heart out about feelings so raw that I rarely speak them aloud.
Those days? I look at the computer screen or check twitter and my email with one eye open and it never fails.
One by one, comments of support and understanding and virtual hugs come in.
A perfectly choreographed flash mob,
making me well up with tears every time.
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