“I need to label my hearts,” I tweeted the other day. I meant typing up and printing out labels for my Seeing Life Feelingly exhibition at Odd Cafe, but it started a whole conversation with a group of women who have definite ideas about what they’d want to label theirs. Here’s what one suggested:
I asked people on Facebook what they’d label their hearts if they could, and these were some of the answers:
Damaged: handle with care.
I’m all beat up.
Stupid is as stupid does.
Clearly, there are a lot of people out there who’ve learned to be wary. As have I, which is why if I had to label my own heart it would be either this:
You have been warned.