My heart is full.
It’s a good thing, since it’s February; the month that celebrates the heart.
I have a good friend and client who ponders the question of why we have all deemed the heart the center of our emotions. After all, he says, it’s simply a beating organ.
At some point in our history, right or wrong, the heart has taken on the burden of being home to our most personal emotions. A text message of “I love you” is often accompanied by a heart. The confession of “I don’t have hate in my heart” is followed by admiration. And uttering “My heart is yours” is about the sweetest thing we can ever say. Even a faster heartbeat is associated with falling in love.