Happy Valentine’s Day

It being Valentine’s Day, I feel I should post something. This comes after hours of contemplating that I’d only just arrived at a point in my life where I understand there is no value in doing anything strictly out of obligation. That being said, I’ve been thinking about the significance of the major symbol of this holiday, the HEART.  Scientifically, the heart is the single, solitary thing responsible for keeping our bodies alive. The machine that pumps blood through our veins. The muscle that, when revived after it collapses, sends oxygen to our brain and shouts, “Breathe!”

In a non-physical sense, the heart is equally powerful.  “Heart language” is used throughout our culture on a daily basis. We speak of heart felt wishes, a heart warming story, bless her heart, having a broken heart, heart skipping a beat, a heart that’s filled with joy, giving your heart to something, listening to your heart, and, my personal favorite, following your heart. The list goes on. In my upcoming novel, a contemporary women’s fiction romance (more updates soon on the release date!), you’ll find many references to the heart. There are moments when the main character struggles to listen to her heart, believe in her heart, feels her lover’s heart beating when he gently takes her hand and places it against his chest, and, at another time, blames her heart for the mess she finds herself in.

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The fact that it was born today, February 1, 2016, the month of Valentine’s Day, the month “for lovers,” makes me feel like falling in love—with words, that is. I’m in love with words and how they dance and flip and soar and land and move us with their power, but what I love most, is writing them down.

In my more than a couple decades on the planet, I’ve come to the realization that your true calling is something that chooses you, not something you choose. As my acting teacher in college said on the very first day of class (acting, I discovered, is not my true calling) “Some of you will make it early in life. Some of you will make it late. Some of you won’t make it at all.” I found them to be horribly harsh words at that moment in my 18 year-old life. But once you determine for yourself—and only YOU can determine it, my friend—what making it means to you, though the work may be hard, the choice is simple. If you don’t give up on whatever it is you’re passionate about, you’ll make it. If you give up, you won’t.

So, this is me moving forward on my true calling. I love that you’re here to share the journey with me. So read, enjoy, feel, think, be moved, respond, speculate, and thank you for letting me share with you the stuff in my head.

My way is write.

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