A Woman’s Heart

My heart hurts.

Most would probably read that and think something along the lines of, “Oh, that poor thing. She’s all broken up over the demise of her marriage.”

Not to sound calloused at all, but that is simply not the case. I have zero doubt that I am on the right path where that is concerned.

No, my heart aches for entirely unrelated reasons. My heart aches with sorrow. It aches with fear. My heart aches with excitement for what may lie ahead. It aches with regret for what might not.

My heart hurts.