With all the voices around us we can sometimes lose our own. This is a wonderful little story from Forty and Everything After about getting back in touch with your inner voice
Once upon a time there was a small version of me. This girl had chutzpah, she had self-confidence and just the right amount of sass. This small version of me had utter certainty that the world was her oyster, and she fully intended to be the creator of pearls.
As the years passed, this small version of me had her spirit squashed, pulled and pushed this way and that, battered by the prevailing wind, stones kicked at her by others she met along the way. She started to lose her faith in pearls.
Eventually, tired from her journey, and somewhat dispirited, the small version of me sank to the ground and she said:
Whatever you say I will be.
You must know better than me”.
The small version of me stopped speaking.
Life went on.
She became a bigger version of me.
More years passed, and, on occasion…
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