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Finding or honing or uncovering my Voice


Finding my voice?

I have been using my voice since birth!  I learned to talk early.  "Hut hut hike," were my first words.  My Uncle was a Broncos fan.  Words have always been fascinating to me!  Leaving something unsaid is one of the worst things one could do.

My mother blamed it on the Irish gift of gab.  My husband on having to have the last word.  I blame my brain's desire to process verbally.  Whatever it is, I tend to get in trouble with it.  "Heather talks too much." was on my report card all 12 years.

So why am I trying to "find my voice" or "uncover it"  right now? 

It is important to me to be an influence and to encourage others in a way others find helpful.  I've spent a lifetime questioning and second guessing myself.  To the point of being unsure which exactly is my voice.  And to own it.  Or as Dr. Henry Cloud stated, "to be ridiculously in charge" of it.

I want to find my writing voice.  The one that is me on a page.  Rachelle Gardner states it this way, "Voice is all about your originality and having the courage to express it."

This blog truly is my Heart's cry.  To connect with others and to move forward together.  I want to be effective.  I want anyone who reads this post to know I am truly wanting to "get to know" you!  To express how much I believe in you and wanting to hear your heart's cry. 

Maybe this is my voice.

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