Life Without Bullet Points

Should I write you a list? Is that what writers are meant to do these days? Elaborate concoctions with rules and guidelines, the do’s and don’t’s. Should I pick a nice round number of ways to make it through your … Continue reading

Because I loved him too much.

I fancied myself in love a few times over the years. I read the signs. There was the quickened heartbeat. The flushed cheeks. The constant smile and inability to sleep. The sense of admiration. The desire to be near him … Continue reading

“Heart on My Sleeve” (for So Worth Loving)

Hey gorgeous people! Today I had the lovely privilege of posting over at So Worth Loving — my absolute favorite lifestyle blog & community. (go check them out!) Take a look at an excerpt of my piece below, and head over to the SWL site to finish it off :)

Heart on My Sleeve

THERE ARE DAYS WHEN I WANT TO RIP MY HEART OFF MY SLEEVE AND TUCK IT INTO MY POCKET.

To hide and protect it from curious eyes and judgmental fingers that stare and poke like my feelings and heart and soul are here for their amusement or pleasure.

Perhaps it is better to feel nothing at all?

But you never feel nothing. Even in the darkest times there was always a whisper of a feeling that threatened to yell and scream if I gave it the attention it wanted. They worked beneath the surface, I could feel them just under my skin – pulsing and itching – desperate to be let free.

Don’t wear your heart on your sleeve, we’re told. Don’t give someone the chance to yank it off and toss it around like a beach ball until it deflates or is torn to pieces by the cynical or realistic or cold-hearted or jaded.

Don’t be vulnerable. Don’t trust. Don’t give someone your feelings so they can fashion them into weapons to be used against you…

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