“Quieting these voices is at least half the battle I fight daily.” Anne Lamott
I’ve got something. Something.
I hear the voices when I sit to write. That’s when I’m taunted most. The ugly ones linger. They tell me I suck. They say my words are hollow, meaningless…of little to no impact.
But I told you I’ve got something.
Kryptonite for the ugly voices.
I’m paying attention. How does that feel? I’m reading up, studying, observing. Painful, eh? Need a little Tylenol, Voice?
Oh and by the by—By the By
I AM WRITING.
The next time you rally, preparing to whisper or shout that I suck I doubt I’ll hear you. I’ll be too busy. Listening. Learning. Growing. Moving. Changing. Praying. Trusting. Improving. Repenting. Forgiving. And eh hem…WRITING.
Now, you tell me what is your kryptonite for the ugly voices?
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