That quiet voice has been an important part of my life lately.
It has been a constant when other, louder voices in my head have kept up a continual chant of negativity.
Every day, I have thought about sitting down and writing here.
I had planned to.
I just didn’t.
And then it got harder and harder.
The voices told me that I was a failure as a blogger because I wasn’t writing regularly. That maybe what I had to say wasn’t worth writing about. That it was ridiculous to share these thoughts and vulnerabilities with complete strangers and the world.
And so I didn’t write…
day after day…
the words circled in my head…
both things I thought about sharing and doubt about the worthiness of those things.
here I am
I’ve been working on art cards a lot lately. If you don’t know about them, you can find information here:
One of the quotes I’ve been using says, “Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage.” -Brene Brown
Today, the quiet voice is the one I choose to listen to.
Nelson Mandela said that “The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”
I don’t feel brave…I am afraid all the time.
But today I am writing…
I share my vulnerability because it is my truth and there are many who are struggling in the same way I am and maybe my voice can make a difference.
When you are depressed, sometimes all you can accomplish is one little thing.
It may not be big or even that important.
You just have to do one thing.
And then take that “win” and try one more thing.
And nuture the quiet voice that is named “hope”.
The quiet voice is the voice of truth.
All the other is just noise.
Today I have written here.
And I shall make more art cards trusting that quiet messages of hope will find their way into the hands of those who need to hear…