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What Voice Do You Listen To?

Honestly, there are many things about me that I'm not to crazy about. I have a running list in my head of things that I ought to change. Also, I have a running list of things I ought not have done. I picture those list on long scrolls, if I was to ever let go, the paper would go on and on and on.

Picking at myself is probably one of the most girly things I do. Women are famous for finding fault. We start with ourselves and we move outward. We find fault in our lives, husbands, kids, and . . . Well the list kind of just goes on from there.

Ironically, our list of greatness is much (x1000) smaller. We don't take time to numerate all of the qualities that make us fantastic. I'm sure that the list exist it is just buried under all of those fault finding list.

Sadly, I believe that this keeps our brains tuned into fault finding instead of great finding. (I just love when I make up phrases. :)) That is to say, instead of finding the greatness in every day, we look for and find fault. I read a book once that talked about inner dialogue. The voice that we listen to and talk to within ourselves. The book asked, "What does your inner voice say?" also, "What do you LET your inner voice say?"

I use to believe I didn't have much say in what that inner voice said. That inner voice was just a mosquito buzzing around with the irritating prospect of a nasty mosquito bite. I have begun to learn that I give that voice power.

Have you ever freaked yourself out? You're home alone and you have a passing thought of someone breaking into the house. Then after a few moments you get up and go lock the door. Then a few moments later you think you hear a noise. Then pretty soon your heart is beating faster and you just KNOW that something bad is going to happen.

One tiny, little, thought started that feeling that suddenly became this HUGE fear.

Well, we do this to ourselves. We have a little grrrr moment. A moment where we think I really suck at this mom thing. Then a few moments later we are actually sucking at the mom/wife/daughter/employee thing.

What would happen if we stopped that thought. What if in that moment we said, "No, I'm a good mom! I am trying to do the best I can, and I will continue to try to do the best I can." Would it make us better moms?

I'm starting to find that the more I stop that buzzing, negative, mosquito voice; I am able to hear the voice that says, "This is awesome! I can do this! WOW!"

It is there, a voice full of confidence, love, and optimism. The voice is just waiting for us to listen.

Happy Soccer Saturday Everyone,

Krissi

Comments

Willow said…
Ahhh... my inner voice. My inner voice is all kinds of evil and needs to be muzzled. It's harsh, cynical, and self-defeating. It says I'm a bad friend and annoying. It says I'm not good enough, smart enough, cute enough, funny enough, or nice enough. My inner voice sucks. The only positive about my inner voice is that it doesn't compare me to others; my inner voice only compares me to what I think I should be. It still sucks though.

Luckily, I have great friends and family who deliberately don't listen to the little whisper in my head, nor do they allow me to say the ugly things I think of myself. Most of the time the people around me are sufficient to keep my inner voice in check.

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