There's a book in all of us.... but I'm pretty sure there are several in the head of Head Receptionist Joanna Scott... here's an extract from a piece she is working on.....
I'm sure in time we'll see a book from her - she writes with raw emotion and passion. Thanks for sharing this piece with us.
Affairs of the Heart
A broken heart is fascinating. Frustrating. Senseless. The subject of a hundred platitudes and a thousand songs. All easily avoided if we listened to our heads. Our sensible, moral heads that point out the glaringly obvious but unfortunately never stand a chance in the inevitable altercation with that Thing called chemistry. Chemistry is the high heed honcho in matters of the heart. It will laugh in the face of I Shouldn't. I Can't. You can't argue with chemistry. It will send Mr Right For You marching off your thought~plane without so much as a backwards glance whilst cackling, swooning and beckoning over someone from the bad list. Hell, it will as near as damn~it put his number in your phone for you.
I think hearts do actually, truly break. They shiver and cease to function on their emotional level whilst still beating out of necessity only. And yes, you will probably curse this heart that still beats because it's too much to bear for a time and you have to grieve. You have to grieve for that person who meant so much and you took close to you, and you honoured and thought about and smiled about and gave your feelings to. But also, you have to be a bit wise about it. (Yes you can). You can. Force yourself. You have to make yourself think forwards and realise that it's just a moment in time that will pass. I have always subscribed to this theory and recently found it backed up somewhat, in a beautiful book containing a "real life" letter from author Henry James to a troubled fellow author. I stumbled upon this letter and like to think it came to me at the right time " " ....it is only a darkness, it is not an end, or the end. Don't think, don't feel; any more than you can help, don't conclude or decide ~ don't do anything but wait. Everything will pass, and serenity, and accepted mysteries and disillusionments, and the tenderness of a few good people, and the new opportunities and ever so much of life, in a word, will remain ..." " This was written in 1883. I like to think his friend got comfort from that. I like that. It illustrates how timeless love and heartbreak are. . . and says that it's okay to indulge and cry and grieve and listen to Adele but also acknowledges that everything will be okay one day soon.