tender is the heart...
I've been thinking a lot lately about the state of my heart, which is usually perched on the edge of my sleeve. There's no question that I have always been a bit of a sap and the other day as I was thinking about that I read a really cool story about people like me. I can't remember where I read this, because my mind is full of useless facts, but it made a lot of sense to me. The writer said that overly emotional people were a gift to the world because they can see and feel things and express them in ways that others can't.
Well, hell I imediately threw my tear-soaked tissue in the air and thought how that made sense to me...well, as much as anything you want to believe makes sense.
My memory is holding up pretty well, unlike my knees and back, and as long as I can remember—and I have a doozy that goes back to when I was 24-months old—I've always been devastated when people aren't nice to me. There's quite a list by the way and I'm sure you have one too, but I've spent a lot of time saying, "Oh my gosh I'd never do that or not do that or say that or not say anything."
Some people can brush these things off but I hold them in my hands for a while, look at them, cry, write a poem or a book or a letter or something I later throw away and then try and forget about it.
And yes, I also realize that just because I think I was treated pooly the other person might not think the same way.
Another thing I have always known for sure is that it's okay to feel—no matter what that might look like. It's a wonderful thing to give yourself, your children, even people you may have hurt—permission to be who they are...it's one of the things I love most about life.
And then, of course, there's forgiveness, which is often highly overrated.
My rambling point today, as we run around before whatever we plan to do next week, is that we should all be careful with the tender hearts that surround us. Some of us are feeling loss, aloneness, rejected and some of us miss people and places and what might have been and what we wish we had. (I'm pretty happy so don't worry about me but just be alert!)
And yes, I've tried not wearing long sleeves for my heart to catch on but it doesn't matter..and that's a good thing.
Happy. Merry. Whatever you want!