Remembering My Voice

“Remember the dream,” life whispered.

I have forgotten my voice this past year. I did so much, I learned so much, yet somehow I got lost in playing a part in everybody else’s story. 

To be honest, it felt easier… not having to deal with my thoughts and insecurities. It was easier to focus on the physical things right in front of me, the things everyone can see: my work, my effort, my trying. Easier than believing in my own power, easier than believing in a life that no one else seems to believe in. Easier than being certain that I deserve it and that it is already waiting for me.

But then it called me back. It started with a whisper, then a calm invitation, a gentle nudge, a strong feeling, an intense pain… and finally a realisation... a message. You are not happy, because you do not belong here. You are meant to speak with your own voice and live your own dream. “Remember the dream,” life whispered.

So I did. I returned to my voice after a year, and I can hear it more clearly than ever. A little detour some might say. And I am grateful for that. Because sometimes you need to lose your way to remember where you were always meant to go. Have you ever experienced this feeling?

Thank you for listening, thank you for being a part of my life.

Love,
Alenka