Anyone that writes on a regular basis will know that it is almost essential to have a ‘voice’, a way of speaking to your audience that is authentic to who you are and what you do. I have been a writer for many years and have never had a problem with finding my voice until recently. I was aware that I wasn’t writing and although I was concerned, I refused to allow it to bother me because I knew that if I fretted and frowned, that I would push my words even further away.
Until last week that is, when ironically I did actually lose my voice and couldn’t speak. It was almost as if the universe were handing me an opportunity to realise that I wasn’t speaking my truth either verbally or in writing.
I had a presentation to give on the Thursday and was really concerned that my voice wouldn’t hold up for the duration of the meeting that I needed, but fortunately it did and I got my point across. In the self same meeting were two other presenters who really struck a chord with me and suddenly I was inspired, in a way I haven’t been for many months and I suddenly knew what I was going to write about in for the foreseeable future.
So, I’ve spent a large part of the time since Thursday, plotting and planning just how to make the most of the opportunity that now presents itself and here I am, back on my blog writing. I feel energised, invigorated and alive once again …. losing my voice (both physically and metaphorically) has been something of a cathartic experience it seems, because so many things have changed that needed changing in my life. Things that were destructive and hurtful are now becoming healthy and positive, those that were confusing and intimidating are now clearer and less frightening.
In short, it seems that my ‘voice’, both literary and verbal, was denied because I was denying things and refusing to speak what needed to be spoken. Now that I have said what needed to be said, miracles occur and my writing starts again.