Finding Your Voice...And Hanging On To It

I’ve always heard my “voice”; I just never cared much for what it had to say. You see, for me, my voice and my will were often in opposition. So I thought, “screw the voice; I’m doing what I want to do, the way I want to do it!” The problem that arose, however, was that what I “wanted to do” ended up being an amalgamation of social ideology, peer pressure, competitiveness, and “ideas” of how things should be and what they would feel like. What I thought I wanted to do was never really what “I” wanted to do or be after all.

When I realized that what I’d put on the back burner would be dried out, blackened and ruin the pot they were in by the time I ever got to them, I went back to find that ignored voice.

My voice tells me what I actually think and feel, and what I really want to say. It is certainly harder to wield, but practice should overcome this obstacle. It is not a completely foreign entity, after all; it has slipped out on occasion. Someone would ask me to repeat what I just said—it resonated with them—but I’d already banished it from memory. Funny how that works!

My voice and I are not yet fully one, but we’ve forged a formal and overt partnership. We’ve found our fit and are on a mission of mercy. Everything happens for a reason and leads us to where we’re supposed to be…for now. A new voice is here and off we go!