For so long I thought I was super odd for being extra sensitive. I tried for years, out of survival, to stuff that heart of mine away. I walked around guarded and angry and I sought ways to remove it from my sleeve. Yet, as determined as I was, it kept slipping out here and there.
I splattered love juice just because I know how painful it is not to be seen or felt or loved.
Fast forward to now. Five decades plus a few extra walks around the sun and I’m okay with my sensitivities.
It helps me to see with my ears and touch the breath of a breeze. I can feel between raindrops and hear the oddest and even beautiful things. I believe in people. I love to hear people’s stories. I adore connecting and I also know I need the pillow soft solitude of solace.
I never ever thought I’d be sharing these things – in public! Which brings me to this: