Pulling the hood up and settling in for an emotional release.

I recently heard a story, and I swear it’s not the 1st time, of an older man having a heart attack, and afterwards being more emotional than ever before in his life.

I wonder if the stereotype of women being emotional is why I have only heard this story about men.

I don’t think so.

Heartfelt.

Something to the effect of surpassing, It’s never too late.

To, better now than later.

To, better now than never.

Being exactly where you want to be. Having envisioned something for yourself and achieved that vision in stunning, vivid, realness.

Being able to enjoy the celebration, yet knowing there is a new idea brewing.

An unsettling and inconsistency tugging for upheaval.

Tearing at the heartstrings. That’s not the phrase. Not tearing. Pulling at the heartstrings. Much more appealing in sentimentality. That’s just my flare for dramatics showing.

My heart races and as I stop to catch my breath, I speak softly to myself.

Sit down.

Put your feet to the ground.

Be upright and present.

Breath deeply.

Exhale fully.

Calming my heart, giving it time.

To connect through my heart, my body, up through the crown of my head, up, up, up into the whole universe and beyond my scope.

Then circling around and back up, up, up through my feet and resting in my heart.

My blood pressure and heart rate lowered.

Invoking.

Control.

Proving the control we have and can take in our own lives, because we can take hold of our hearts desire to continue steadily beating.

Smiling and tearing up at the same time for what is so intricate yet so simple it is easy to forget.

I love you with all my heart has a whole new meaning now.

My heart is lifted.

My love is lifted.

The beat goes on.

Cheers!