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Today's theme for Inktober is 'Lost'.
We were with friends all day and had long dinner table talks. A pencil and a paper was on the table and began doodling really random stuff (which helps me listen a lot of times). But what came out reminded me of something I really needed to remind myself of.
One evening, years ago, I was in a setting with instrumental music playing and people around me. My heart felt like it had words and melodies building up within me. It built up and I kept getting this nudge that was so strong, to sing or speak out whatever that was within me in front of everyone. But I was afraid. I didn't want to be one of those deranged crazy sounding people. That's totally irresponsible.
But it didn't feel like it was going to turn out into some random nonsense. It had weight and authority. It felt like it was going to lead a crowd with a poem on a megaphone, but I was worried I was going to say something crazy.
I kept getting reassured within me, that all I had to be responsible for was to open my mouth and the rest will be taken care of. I thought okay, I could maybe do that. I feel good about it. My heart was racing.
Once I started mustering the guts to start listening to this voice and open my mouth to see what might come out, the music stopped. Everyone sat down and it was all done. It was too late for me. And I have not stopped thinking about it since.
Ever since that evening, I've always wondered what would've happened if I had owned my voice and listened to this nudge and joined the invitation to this dance sooner. I never found out.
This always reminded me to give my guts and intuition an ear and own my voice. I've grown to gradually give it weight.
I wonder how many opportunities I had lost because I refused to listen?
Do you know what I'm talking about?