Today, Iām voiceless.
Well almost. It certainly sounds like Iām going through puberty as a young man.
Nothing feels bad, but itās practically gone.
I use my voice for connection.
I use my voice to parent.
I use my voice to raise awareness, to share my heart.
I use my voice to be me.
Our voice is ours and ours alone. Itās unique to us. It makes us special.
But what happens when we have no voice?
What happens when we are silenced?
What happens when itās like me and itās temporary?
What happens when itās fear?
What happens when itās authority?
What happens when itās just the way we were uniquely designed?
How are we helping those who canāt use their voice or donāt have one? Have we taken them into consideration lately? Are we advocating for them? For ourselves?
Are we showing up for those who are desperately yearning for us to just say something so that they can feel some connection and share our story?
Itās time. Itās time to use our voice. Itās time to speak up.
So will you?
Will you help me?
Will you use your voice for good?
Here is your invite. The only person who can accept it and rsvp is you!
At some point, youāre going to wish you had and itās going to be too late.