Lj idol week 2 - living rent free inside my head
It’s always there. That voice inside you, urging you onward and upward. Constantly striving for something more.
It pushes you forward and can be rewarding. It’s how you got to where you are. It got you through the bullying. The doubt. The recriminations and pushed you into a place where you never thought you would land.
But sometimes, it pushes even when you don’t want to be pushed. It’s that little voice telling you that you’ll never be good enough. Never be strong enough. That you’ll never be what you want to be.
It’s echoed in the voices of employees and stakeholders, reminding you that you need to try harder. Be better. Do more.
It’s in the voice of your husband who loves you, you know he does, but he is always reminding you of how much time, reading, drawing, writing takes away from the things you should be doing.
It’s in the voice of the school mums who remind you of all the little events you miss. The memories and moments you give up in your child’s life by having a career.
These voices can be tamed. Can be used and straddled to help you achieve your dreams. But they can also destroy. Can whittle away at your belief and make you doubt everything you know.
It can depend on the day, your mood, the turn of a phrase.
Sometimes they drive you forward. Sometimes they push you back but they are inescapable. Always there. Always waiting.
A small whisper of a voice from which there can be no escape or reprieve.
It pushes you forward and can be rewarding. It’s how you got to where you are. It got you through the bullying. The doubt. The recriminations and pushed you into a place where you never thought you would land.
But sometimes, it pushes even when you don’t want to be pushed. It’s that little voice telling you that you’ll never be good enough. Never be strong enough. That you’ll never be what you want to be.
It’s echoed in the voices of employees and stakeholders, reminding you that you need to try harder. Be better. Do more.
It’s in the voice of your husband who loves you, you know he does, but he is always reminding you of how much time, reading, drawing, writing takes away from the things you should be doing.
It’s in the voice of the school mums who remind you of all the little events you miss. The memories and moments you give up in your child’s life by having a career.
These voices can be tamed. Can be used and straddled to help you achieve your dreams. But they can also destroy. Can whittle away at your belief and make you doubt everything you know.
It can depend on the day, your mood, the turn of a phrase.
Sometimes they drive you forward. Sometimes they push you back but they are inescapable. Always there. Always waiting.
A small whisper of a voice from which there can be no escape or reprieve.