Open Your Heart
Have you ever been accused, rather negatively I might add, of wearing your heart on your sleeve? Oh, for the life of me, I can’t even begin to count the number of times my parents, most certainly out of love, urged me to cover up my arm-band badge connected straight to my heart. It was like there was a leaky valve, pouring my soul right out of my skin into the hands of any passerby. Looking back, I most certainly see why I was eager to leave my heart in a messy trail of relationships. I was desperately trying to…