Yellow caution tape...

So many people have told me that until your heart has been completely shattered you can't know it's strength, capacity to recover, or, ultimately, its resilience to love again. As the words fumbled from their mouths and climbed my walls to be heard I, admittedly scoffed at the possibility that they could be right. After all, what sense does it actually make to live under the assumption that one cannot truly love until they've experienced the devastation of true heartbreak? Logically it becomes a riddle: If you must have your heart broken to ever truly love and you can't have your heart completely broken without truly loving wouldn't logic follow that no one ever truly loves or has their heart completely broken?

It is thoughts like these that keep me up until the wee hours of the morning and keep companies like Advil and Tylenol in business. Still, I'm solidly aware that this is a gross over-complication of an otherwise simple reality. Without test there can be no measurement and without measurement no source of accolade or admonishment.

When my last relationship ended after nearly 2 years of hardship and heartache I felt as though my heart had been dipped in dry ice and then thrown, major league style, against a wall. It wasn't that I'd never experienced disappointments or sorrow, rejection or betrayal before it was just that I had never given of myself so completely and been devastated in quite that way. Like a forensic unit after a homicide, I quarantined my life behind yellow caution tape, drew chalk outlines and took mental photographs of all the pieces scattered about trying to surmise the chain of events that lead to the horrific scene and, ultimately, aprehend a "culprit" to punish. As it turned out though the only person facing lock up was me.

I didn't think I'd recover from that heartache and I figured even if I did manage to normalize my life again I'd never dare take a risk on love. Now though I'm beginning to feel the strength and resilience so many of you spoke up during my darkest hours and I'm beginning to consider that maybe you were right all along. I have seen the days that felt like nightmares and I will never be surprised or crippled by them again, conversely I have also allowed my heart to run free and that is a risk I feel much more likely to repeat as time goes by.

I've been listening to a lot of music lately and finding that many of the songs really reach into my chest and keep my lungs filled with air. One such song is on the new Lady Antebellum cd. It's called "Love this Pain" and as I listened to the lyrics I felt it was a theme song I could have written for the last phase of my life, one which I can sing at the top of my lungs in the car and remember where I was but, more importantly, know, deeply, how far I've come.

Lady Antebellum: Love This Pain

She's no good for me
I know that she's a wild flower
She's got a restlessness
A beautiful mess, a thing about her
But here I am again calling her back
Letting her drive me crazy

It's like I love this pain a little too much
Love my heart all busted up
Something 'bout her, we just don't work
But I can't walk away
It's like I love this pain

It's just an on again
And off again situation
It's just striking a match
A tank of gas combination
But here I am again lighting it up
Knowing that she'll just burn me

It's like I love this pain a little too much
Love my heart all busted up
Something 'bout her, we just don't work
But I can't walk away
It's like I love this pain

It's like I love this life
When nothing's right, unless something's wrong
It's like I'm just not me
If I can't be a sad, sad song

It's like I love this pain a little too much
Love my heart all busted up

Something 'bout her, we just don't work
But I can't walk away
It's like I love this pain
Oh yeah, it's like I love this pain
I can't walk away, oh no
It's like I love this pain