Have you found yours?
Or, perhaps I should say, has yours found you?
Because, when it does, you must not stifle it, or deny it, or belittle it, or ignore it.
Yours is yours. It will not come into this world in any other way but through you. And your audience sits breathless. Rapt. Waiting.
Who knows? Your voice may be meant for just one special soul. Or for millions.
Either way, when it comes, don’t hold it back.
Share what you’ve learned.
Reveal what you long for.
Speak your mind.
Offer your opinions.
(Except that one. You can keep that opinion to yourself.)
Because there is no voice like yours.
And without yours,
we will never have
the whole story.
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As for me, like so many other things, I recently found my voice for sale at a flea market. Or, at least, I found phrase after phrase that spoke my language. Thanks to Haupt Antiek Market for the delightful strings of letters I found hiding amidst the loot.
And thanks to all of you who continue to listen so patiently as I fight through the noise to truly find my voice.
by julie rybarczyk
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