I have so many voices in my head I often feel like I have multiple personalities. These voices tell me who I am, or who I’m supposed to be, or what I should say, do and think about the things of this world and the things of my life.
The problem is the voices in my head are not mine. These voices belong to my parents, past teachers, coaches and friends. And I listen to them because I think they know what’s best for me. After all, that’s why they started talking to me in the first place, isn’t it?
“I know what’s best so listen to me.”
And I trusted them. I trusted that others, because they were older and smarter, knew what was best for me. So I listened, and I followed. And they were right. I have a good life. I have a wonderful husband and great kids and a comfortable home.
But there’s another voice. A very quiet voice and it’s not in my head, it’s in my heart. That one belongs to me. But I don’t listen to it because the voices in my head are so much louder and much more determined to be heard.
This other voice sits and waits patiently. And I know it’s there because I do my best to drown it out. By keeping busy. By taking care of others. By staying “plugged in”. As long as there is noise, the voice can’t be heard. But it’s still there. It never goes away.
And I feel restless. Because this voice holds the secret to my personal happiness. It knows my hopes and dreams. But it doesn’t fight to be heard. It fades off into the background and let’s the voices in my head duke it out.
I can choose to listen to the voice of my heart but that means trusting that I know what’s best for me and I have long since forgotten how to do that. I second guess myself, and I ask others for their opinions, and I read book after book after book trying to find the answers. But they can’t be found out there, they can only be found within.
I have been given a gift. That gift is my life. It’s like a candle, burning so brightly. But also like a candle it is growing shorter with each passing day. Will I let my light burn out without ever allowing the fire in my heart to burn it’s brightest?
Will I let the voices in my head win the day? Never to be quieted by the voice in my heart that only has to be heard one time. Just once. And all it has to say is “Thanks, but no thanks. I know what’s best for me.”