Friday, January 3, 2014
When one starts a blog, they typically spend time considering the name of their blog. It should have some kind of meaning. I went a different route. I typed in the first thing that popped into my head. I didn't think about it. I didn't give it a second thought. I just typed and off I went.
Who knew the meaning of my blog title would come to me years later.
The Shel Silverstein poem found me. I wasn't reading a book of poems. I wasn't looking for inspiration. I was bored and trying to find reasons to avoid the work I should be doing. And this appeared.
That's when it all clicked. I have always had voices in my head. Many, many voices. They have been the voices of people I loved. They have been the voices of people I respected. They have been the voices of authority. And, more times than not, they have been the voices of those who have judged me and pointed out all of my flaws.
I listened to all of these voices. It became a constant battle. I tried to silence the voices by becoming what they expected me to be. When decisions had to be made, I searched for the "right" voice to guide me.
And one day, I realized I was missing the most important voice. My own. In an attempt to keep people happy, I listened to the other voices. I had done this for so long that I wasn't even sure I could hear my own voice anymore.
After so many years of listening to the voices in my head, it's hard to listen to my own. I make decisions and am immediately met with questions from the other voices. But I'm ready to find my voice. There will be mistakes. There will be people who think I'm wrong. And that has to be ok. Because it's time for me to "just listen to the voice that speaks inside."