Well I was driving home 3 days ago after going out to see some really beautiful foliage, and when I was 2 minutes from home I got stopped at a construction zone with a lane closure. It was late and I wanted to be home, but with HRT, I no longer stress out over that kind of thing. Instead, I looked out the window and stared at this pretty yellow patch of Norway maples. It was the most beautiful sight in town, and I started to cry heavily. It was not happy tears, though: What made me cry was the thought that many people try to remove this species because it is considered "invasive." Is there no appreciation for the beauty in life anymore? I notice it always seems to be men chopping the trees; it kind of makes me wonder...
That might not make much sense without the back story: Just recently, I conducted research on the invasive potential of Norway maple, which is considered a negative characteristic. That I was now crying at the mere thought that someone might come in and take them away made me think, "I would not be crying if this were last year." While it felt good to be myself, I am kind of glad that no one saw me because they would have certainly found that "inappropriate." Then again, it is usually when I am alone that I cry; something about the HRT makes me very vulnerable to loneliness.
