For years, I’d heard or read about people, often women, finding their voice.
I never got that totally.
Finding it? Was it lost? And now it’s found?
The thing with cliches and other over-used terms if that they are actually, more than not, totally accurate and right-on. That’s how they got over-used and cliched in the first place.
So I while I may have known intellectually what finding one’s voice was all about, I didn’t relate to it emotionally or in any other way.
I mean, I had a voice. I used it. I wasn’t afraid and I certainly wasn’t looking for it.
As many of you know (and as I have shared more than enough), this has been a year of great change for me. And with great change has come great magic. And great fear, too.
At some point — and it is a different point for each of us — there comes that moment when you face a fear, usually a fear you’ve had for some time, and you determine that while there is something to fear, you’re still going to go for it.
And you do go for it.
And guess what?
The sheer coolness and awesomeness of going for it overrides the fear of “what if” and suddenly you might get this “*&%% The Fear” feeling. And what comes after, in your thoughts, your actions and your words is…..guess what?!
That is your voice.
The one that speaks and dreams with no fear.
With no concern of what “they” will think.
Without caring too much about the “what ifs” or “buts.”
The one that is the real you.
Not the you someone told you or you thought you should be.
The one that’s in action and not always in your head.
The one that feels really, really good and wonderfully familiar when it finally shows up.
And once it shows up and you hear it and know it for the first time (or for the first time in a while), you won’t let it go again. That I can tell you for sure.
So…..let it all out. Your voice is beautiful and amazing.
And best of all, it’s all yours.