There's no crying in baseball.

I did the unthinkable at work today.

Something every woman dreads and no woman wants to do.

I cried.

Let's backtrack a bit here. I'm a pretty sensitive person. And though I control my ducts better than I did in my hormonal teens, intense emotions make me tear up. Sadness, anger, frustration, confusion, exhaustion. All of it. Today it was a bit of everything. A co-worker told me something that worried me about the way some other colleagues might be viewing me and my performance as of late. Something that struck a chord. So I cried. And she hugged me. And gave me a Kleenex. Told me to sit down. I poured out bits of my soul in slowish drips. This girl is my friend but she is still someone with whom I work. I felt like I was being unprofessional as I wiped snot from my nose and confided in this sweet and understanding person.

When all was said (well, most of it) I cleaned up my desk and headed for the elevator. But as I sit here tonight thinking about it I am mortified. Upset that I was that transparent, that I let my insides show on the outside (even behind closed doors) and that, as an employee who has her career to think about I even have to deal with the "I was a crybaby at work because I'm a woman" type thing. Ugh.

Tomorrow is another day, Scarlett.