I have always had the voice.
The one that tells me someone else is a better mother, a better wife, a better writer.
This voice and I have daily wrestling matches but lately I’m determined to win a match or two.
Rational me knows there is no “best” anything. Comparing my Chinese take-out with your soufflé will only leave me poking chop sticks at my inadequacy.
Which brings me to today, or maybe last month, when I pinned down the voice that told me my writing was not as lyrical as yours, not as grammatically correct as hers, not as uplifting as his. I wrote and edited and chose the places that I would most like to see my words and started submitting with my heart instead of my self-deprecating mind.
I am not one to normally announce my birthday but today it is and I have received a present that I would like to unwrap and lift up and maybe hold up and admire all day long.
My words are published at Mamalode today.
Please, please, please visit me there and take a piece of the message I was given the opportunity to share.
Take that voice in my head.
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