I heard the sound of my heart this morning. Slow and meticulous, beating across the ultra sound machine. The tech pointed out my little deformity - the flap instead of the peace sign. I wasn’t phased, I’ve known that’s been there since I was a kid. I was just fascinated by how consistent my heart kept going. It’s the rhythm of my life lately. Work and I’m not thrilled about it, a creative wall and I’m not thrilled about it, rain and I’m not thrilled about it..
But there’s my heart in the background.