The Head and the Heart

The head and the heart are the two voices I know best.

The head, no stranger to logic and practicality. She is a realist, with a booming voice that says, think louder than you feel. A scrappy, resilient, street-smart lady who’s equipped with confidence. I’d be lost, or worse, without her. But you must be wondering, what about the heart?

The heart is gentle, as sensitive as they come. Though pain, worry, and fear tear at her seams, love, joy, and hope mend her back together. She beats with laughter and sadness. But she is not weak. She is courageous, bolder than the fiercest contender. I’d be lost, or worse, without her.

So how do these two live when they are as different as they come. I’m glad you asked. The heart writes letters, as only the heart can, and sends them straight to the head. These letters hold imagination and wonder, empathy, and curiosity. The head opens each one, letting every feeling find its place. Over time, wisdom grows. The heart’s feelings begin to inform the logic. And then the head writes back. Her letters are filled with questions, grateful for the heart’s constant pursuit. The heart reads every word with thoughtfulness, letting the questions inform the emotion. The head is complex. The heart is dynamic. And when the obstacles creep in, eager to delay and confuse, the head and the heart remain steadfast pen pals. Neither survives without the other.

These are the voices I know best, and I’d be lost, or worse, without them.