I M Perfect lady

What does being the voice of your life mean? 

How do you temper what comes out, what stays in, what to say and where?  Are there rules that say when we speak and how, even to whom do we speak.

Is it more about whom we are in front of?  Does the voice change depending upon who is in the room?  If the voice can change, where are these voices coming from, who decides who gets to come out and when, what to say and how and why?  This seems confusing to say the least.

Wayne Dyer has a phrase or at least he was the first I heard using it.  “Beyond the good opinions of others.” 

Somehow we have been taught to shut down voices that may hurt others, or switch voices to smooth over rough waters…and are they really voices or just simply words.

Can you really change a voice, is it more like you take a word and exchange it for another.

What happens to the action when you switch the words around, can you really use words to make a correction of actions?  Is that possible?  Do words have that much power?

Actions to me became law.  Actions to me are real.  Actions are truths upon themselves.

Actions rule.  Actions became vital when all else failed.  So words although useful to explain an action really really in reality cannot change it.

There is another saying “you can’t un-ring the Bell”

Now this to most people again are just words, words with a harmless ring.

But to some people who so desperately need actions, words are just simply words.

Letters shuffled around, sorted through, and flung at you.  When you are waiting on actions words just never see that big. 

Oh and how actions can damage, how actions even the slightest can hurt.  An eye turned away ever so slightly, shifting, wanting to escape our truths.  Seeing folks in a distance that duck down aisles so not to have to see/say/be in our world.  Silence is an action too.

When you have a canyon full of devastation, a mountain of ruin within you….you too wish you could do the same.  But that is not an option….where I go, it goes!

The very very very hardest part is to accept it.  Accept what so many are turning from, you can’t afford to leave yourself.  You can’t afford to walk away.  You can’t do to yourself what so many already have done. 

There is another saying “be the change you want to see in the World”…

I had to do what so many could not do.  I had to be the one to save me.  I had to be the one to sort through the trash that so many could not bear to see.  I had to put proper name tags, use words I never ever thought I would use….I had to be the one. 

I could no longer pretend to pretend to be someone I no longer was.  No matter the ‘good’ opinion of others.  The only opinion that had to matter was mine.  There was only one voice I had to use, the voice of a damaged little girl in an adult body in a mess beyond her wild imagination, without instructions.

I began small.  I began to put the proper labels on each and every action.  Words.

Words. Words.  Who in the world could imagine that by putting the wrong word on an action your whole world changes….and lucky for me you can unravel it the same way!

Simple word…action. Action word…the hardest part is to speak the proper word for a very improper action!  Little did I know, I would have a real hard time convincing others to change their labels, to say nothing of their actions.  Hopeless but hopeful I continued on.

And of course some files are harder to switch for there is huge amount of emotion attached, hopes and dreams, futures….well you get the picture.

I have a whole new file system…..well almost…I just may have to begin one labeled Author.

If I write, I have to use the word writer.

Life is much easier if actions and words match.

Life is easier if I label myself correctly.

Labels are meant to be changed…..dont' get left with the one that says "she didn't even try".