No, now, I mean it literally.
I wear two hearts around my neck. Chained, silver. One is hollow and intricately detailed, the other tiny and slightly hollow.
I left one in the dressing room Sunday after my recent performance.
I fell in love this weekend.
I bought that heart in North Carolina. I know, it sounds like a song cue … but it isn’t. My niece, Eliza, picked it out. It was purchased at a time in my life in which I needed comfort, needed definition, needed to wear my heart on the outside.
I have always more or less done that in life. I’m very emotionally based and, you know, from my previous blogs … I cry easily.
(Funny that I can cry pretty easily on stage. One production I asked the director if he wanted me to cry during this one moment in a scene. “Well, if you can,” he said. “How much?” I asked. “What?” he said. “How much crying?” I said. “Enough to make me want to hug you, but not so much that I see snot running down your face.” “Got it. Done.” And it was … )
But that necklace … my heart … isn’t on the outside anymore.
Somebody has it. I thought you should know.
