I Lost My Voice
I Lost My Voice
No, this is not about free speech, it's about two other things...
I’m very sick.
I’ve been nursing a cold all this week.
It’s not been pretty.
As one of the males in our species, though with our reputation to uphold, I have, of course, been at death’s door and barely made it through.
Seriously though, two things have stood out to me these past 7-days.
I had to stay at home, (yes really), and…..
I lost my voice
The whole stay-at-home thing meant that I had more time with my family.
Happy days.
Not bad at all, a definite positive in my mind.
But losing my voice is something different.
Something that I had never experienced before.
And by losing my voice, I mean just that.
A few squeaks, grunts and the occasionally incoherent whisper that broke down mid-sentence has been all I could get out.
Very frustrating, nobody could understand what I was trying to say or the message that I was trying to get over.
I wasn’t being heard.
I wasn’t being understood.
I felt like I was being ignored.
Which got me thinking.
Yes, I had far more time with my family this week, but communicating (well, normal communication, at least) was a real challenge.
Yes, we all laughed about my predicament and sent each other the occasional text around the house.
But having my audience (family) and yet not being able to effectively communicate with them (lost voice) was a bitter pill to swallow (no pun intended).
A voice is so important.
Being heard is important.
Being listened to is important.
Being understood is probably quite important, too, for most people and situations.
It’s not always about the words that come out of your mouth, regardless of which one of the 7,000 + languages on our planet that you are using.
It’s also the message or view that you want others or your audience to hear.
In our digital age, we have so many ways to be able to share our voice, our words, our message, and our opinions.
No real excuse not to keep in touch to share our thoughts or our stories.
Losing that for just a few days was quite frustrating.
I’m still very new to my writing journey, but when I took the first step to acknowledge to myself that I was a writer, things changed.
I acknowledged that I had a voice, my very own voice.
This article isn’t about free speech, it’s simply about your voice and your words and the gift that they are.
A voice is powerful.
Stay healthy.
More to follow…