Lately I have become very aware of my heart. When I go to sleep at night, I lie down one hand on my belly, to follow my breathing and one on my heart, to feel it beat. It's strange, to feel something move inside your body underneath the surface. This organ that's working so hard. Sometimes it feels as though my heart is surrounded by some sort of space. When my boss walks into the room and I'm thinking of all the things I did wrong, the space shrinks. The organ is pounding, struggling inside a tight room, banging on the walls.
And then the other night I watched this horrible romantic film (Leap Year). It reminded me of falling in love. And as I lay in bed nestling in the warmth of the feeling the film had left me, it felt as though the space around my heart was almost as big as my entire chest, my heart could glow and expand and pound firmly, full of confidence.
