What do you do when you need to get something off your chest? Speaking of that, you know that phrase, “Get something off your chest”? What is that all about? I mean it is definitely metaphorical but where did the metaphor come from? It’s a Saturday morning and I am en route to one of my closest friends, April’s house. We’re headed to a spa day! Yay!! I’m excited to be near something like a spa! lol I digress! I’m noticing the tightness in my chest and the well of water pressure behind my eyes, and that phrase comes to mind. It’s a weight on my heart that is psychosomatic. Life kicks your ass the longer you live it! We all want to smile sometimes I guess but it’s hard to do it when you’re living life! The hardest thing for me to accept is learning that grief is an unending process. I will continue to hurt from the loss of my loved ones both living and dead. I mourn the first love of my life and the truest love of my life and the deepest love of my life and the hottest love of my life. I wonder if I am the only one? I can’t be right?