Victim of Love?

So funny how love-gone-wrong songs start making sense when your heart is on sensory overtime. When my heart is breaking, it's WIDE open. Just not for new love. That's why The Eagles are bringing it home for me today. Victim of love/I see a broken heart/You got your stories to tell/Victim of love, it's such an easy part/And you know how to play it so well.

I'm just one of those feely people that everything in me revolves around my emotional health. Geez. Been looking for that switch to turn off my heart for a long time. Dang thing just keeps regenerating and setting itself up as a new target.

Guess that's what we don't get to control. The heart. The brain? You can tell it what not to think and what not to dwell on. But who can control the heart? I've never been able to.

Until I get past this aching of loss, I guess I'll have to try to ignore it. Try to focus on things I'm allowed to love. Like writing. Like family. Like friends. And, as a good friend told me, pull out my best acting skills to get through each day until I don't feel it anymore. I will survive. Uh oh, I hear the Gloria Gaynor song coming down the pike.