For most of my life, I’ve paid far more attention to my head than my heart. I’ve heard enough stories to know I’m not alone in this.
It’s puzzling really, for my head, on its endless quest for logic and knowledge, has all too often led me astray.
It’s been distracted, and even dazzled by facts, figures, reasons; all requirements in the heady world.
My heart however, has been treated like Cinderella – ignored, occasionally mocked, and left behind to tend to itself.
It took my heart being broken (but not really) to change this sad state of affairs.
It took getting quiet enough to hear it.
For the truth is, I didn’t know until then that I wasn’t hearing it (picture an ignorance is bliss scenario.)
My heart has taught me to be grateful for those years of sadness.
They helped me grow, and got me in touch with what was really important in my life.
Seems my heart knew all along what that was.
My heart has worked hard on my behalf for little recognition, until today. Until I asked the following question. . .
