My heart tells my mind what to say. It is a lyric from a song by Hall & Oates I think. I loved that dynamic duo. But it is not my heart that is the problem; it is my ego. My heart knows the words my ego doesn’t know how to edit. This is the real malady that vexes me. It is in the breaking of hearts that I have been most unaccustomed to. I fear that once I do break them I have to save face in some fashion. I know now that that is preposterous. I have found the key to freedom and now that I have admitted this to myself I will have to use it more openly. Always though with discretion of course because it can become an abuse of power which I have learned is like being cut with a dull edged knife, very painful.
