My heart was broken early and often. The first time was the deepest and from then on no one has been allowed into that depth. Still I have loved with abandon because you will only experience the heights if you experience the depths. You have to let go. My heartbreak has been a blessing and a window to grace. Have I learned to protect my heart? Absolutely, not.
Live in the moment. Live in the joy. Dust yourself off and put one foot in front of the other. When I was growing up my mom would allow me to play music loud and we would dance. Shake the sadness right out. Dance until your heart is racing and you break a sweat.
My mother and I continued to dance until she couldn't dance anymore.
Do what I do. Listen to songs with the f-word like Cee Lo Green really loud. Then a dose of Elvis Presley or Costello. A little Latin flavor from Santana and round it out with a fado if you need a good cry. See the wonder around you.