Lost and found: my voice
Things have been pretty quiet on here. In fact, if you lean in close enough, you just might hear the crickets chirping or see the tumbleweed blowing across the page.
Honestly, it’s not because I haven’t had anything to say. I just didn’t feel like I had anything to say that people would want to hear. Basically, I lost my voice and I didn’t know how to get it back.
Instead, I just immersed myself in doing what I do best – using my skills to help others use their “voice,” whether it was through encouraging the community to help build homes for veterans, raising awareness of resources and opportunities available for minority business owners, spreading the word about the many events and activities happening in Shreveport-Bossier or garnering attention for a trailblazing attorney.
Then, there are all of those little pet projects I’ve been working on that have nothing to do with writing. Not to mention, I finally decided along the way to sign up for more debt go to grad school. Plus, there’s the music ministry at my church where I serve as the musician. And the list goes on and on…
Pile all of these excuses on to the great writing that I love to read, usually penned by the many awesome voices I follow on Twitter, Facebook and other social media sites, and I figured – what else could I possibly say that hasn’t already been said much better by someone else?
Yet, there’s something interesting that happens when you stifle your own voice. At first, it doesn’t seem like such a big deal. Then, ish gets crazy. You start feeling all antsy, frustrated and anxious, like you’re about to explode when it dawns on you that the only way to feel relief is to say something, anything, maybe even everything. So here I am, trying to reclaim whatever is left of my sanity. Bear with me.
If you happen to be one of the two people reading this post, tell me, has this ever happened to you? Have you ever lost your figurative voice? If so, how did you get it back?