Glennon is right.

Glennon Doyle describes sadness as oversimplified. We call it blue she says but it's blue with red, red with anger. Blue with orange, orange with fear. Blue with yellow, yellow with joy. It's maybe never just as simple as blue. Yesterday I hopped in my car and drove. I met a friend in a small town with yellow and red and blue houses. A town hugged by the fluidity of water and held by the stability of land. It was the type of day that if I posted pictures (and I did) one may assume was a perfectly happy day with smiles and laughter and even a server who did actual magic tricks too. And it did have these gorgeous things. But to only acknowledge them would make the experience of this day feel less than true. A sad day was happening inside of my heart yesterday. A day I would normally classify as blue. But it wasn't as simple as blue. It was yellow and red and orange and even green. I felt wide awake to life and yet my eyes ached with exhaustion (maybe because being so awake can be exhausting?) I watched as our magic server at a restaurant I won't name got told he was useless by another customer. I watched as he made jokes to hide his hurt. I watched his energy shift to something that felt to me a lot like my sadness. To be awake to such binaries, A table that has a girl, okay 37 year old woman (me) crying with awe as a server does a card trick next to a table with an older woman wearing a St. Patrick's day clover sticker on the collar of her white shirt chanting hate is to see sadness for what it really is, a state of awakening in this often painful world. It is to be aware of the suffering that lives at both tables and in the server as well. A woman who cries happy tears at a magician server surely knows anguish or she wouldn't feel such utter childlike joy from such a simple delight. A woman with criticism as her first language who still enjoys a sticker surely has an aching belittled little girl caged inside of her heart. A young server who dazzles his customers with magic surely may have also been a boy who never felt like simply being himself was good enough.

It's never just blue my loves. Glennon is right.

It's blue with.