Love Letters at 1AM

They say it takes 21 days to make or break a habit. In many ways I can say it works, if you live in a bubble. While I am blessed to finally have befriended the writing process, it is my heart that is challenging me. Funny how I fear it more than my editors, it used to be the other way around.

Despite my academic training; the inspiration, the strength, the love it takes to create, comes from my heart. Although I am comfortable with the amount of energy and discipline I need to devout to get through this dissertation stage, ignoring the lives around me was not included. In my bubble I would still have my loved ones present.

My heart is working hard, picking up the slack for my lack of time it seems. I am aware of it more often than before. It aches terribly for my padrino's illness. It remembers the comfort of my parents home. It reflects on the life I left three years ago and is aware some things have changed.

If it is possible for ones heart to grow then I know through the kindness of others mine is swelling. Live, love, dream, for many years I signed my journals that way. It seems so simple now, reach into your heart to create.

"A la primera persona que me ayuda comprender, pienso entregarle mi tiempo, pienso entregarle mi fe. Yo no pido que las cosas me salgan siempre bien, pero es que ya estoy arto de perderte sin querer..." Alejandro Sanz