You know that scene from The Game Plan?
The Rock takes a bite.
“Cinnamon? I’m allergic to cinnamon.”
Well that's how I feel about feelings.
Not really.
More like The Office:
Dark. Dramatic. Honest.
But here’s the thing.
Feelings are kind of like that.
Overwhelming, surprising, sometimes totally unnecessary.
But still, there for a reason.
Some feelings are sweet.
Joy. Gratitude. Love.
Like cinnamon on toast,
warm, nostalgic, grounding.
Others?
Not so helpful.
Jealousy. Fear. Shame.
Like cinnamon dumped in your eyes.
Still real. Still happening.
But maybe not there to ruin you.
Maybe there to tell you something.
Feelings don’t always need to be fixed.
But they do need to be felt.
Heard. Named. Understood.
If someone’s feeling something destructive,
you don’t just shut it down,
You ask, “Why is this here?”
Because emotions are messengers,
not masters.
They’re signals.
And every signal has a source.
So next time someone’s overwhelmed,
by grief, anger, or yes… cinnamon,
Don’t dismiss them.
Help them trace the flavor back to its recipe.
You might just help them rewrite it.
And don’t do tomorrow.
Do it tonight.
Unless, of course, you’re asleep.
Then do it tomorrow.
In either case,
think about what ought to be.
To be there during the high highs.
And the not-so-good.
Like a steady hand.
Not always solving.
But always showing up.
Some walk through life untouched.
Some are visceral ones.
they carry open skin.
Everything cuts. Everything sings.
I admire them.
The ones who feel deeply.
Who flinch at injustice,
weep at beauty,
and laugh like their lungs are on fire.
Because when you feel all,
you live all.
And when you see all,
you can protect those who feel all.
That’s the trade.
That’s the gift.
One seeing. One feeling.
Together, understanding the world.