Rosie was dancing wildly while listening to some Japanese song this morning. She came into the kitchen panting and said, "Man, that really beats up my heart!" I knew what she meant to say was that it increased her heartrate, but I loved the way she put it.
It made me think of all the things that "beat up my heart". If I could just make a habit of taking thoughts of the things that beat me up and focusing instead on thoughts of the things that make my heart beat faster...I think I would live happier.
Dear Abba...please find ways to beat up my heart today. I'll be looking for them.
Posted by lisa at February 17, 2006 12:59 PM