Right combination

Fairly certain I just need the right combination of coffee, moisturizer, music and maybe an inspirational movie in the back ground and I can handle anything. I can tackle the pile of paperwork on the desk, I can tackle the after holiday rubble in disarray in the garage and I can even address the ugliness of a dormant, winter yard in SoCal. What I can’t ever seem to fully conquer is my heart. My silly, romantic, idealistic heart. I haven’t found the correct combination of anything that can help me tackle that. It rules me more than my brain most days. If you asked me if I was “into” hearts I would have said no and then I noticed I have 6 hearts tattooed on my body. I have about 10 Christmas ornaments with hearts on them. I love hearts including my own. It’s been broken, tossed aside, ignored. underestimated, operated on and yet it still works. It pumps the blood and holds all the most important memories. So I’ve asked my heart what the right combination is and here’s what it told me-it requires respect, humor, reciprocal effort, honesty, fiber. lots of hugs from my kids, Sunday dinners with family a bit of exercise and as much music and inspirational movies as I can absorb. This is what’s needed to keep it in good working order. I doubt I’ll ever be able to reign in the idealism or the hopeless romanticism. Maybe it’s not supposed to be reigned in. For today I’ll just catch up on some movies, put a moisturizing mask on my face, handle that paperwork and order some Metamucil. Good working order indeed.