The Sound of My Own Voice

I went out on Friday (05/13/2016) night by myself, as I often do, to attend a workshop at Wanderlust Hollywood. It was about goal setting and making action plans to achieve goals.

During individual intros to the group, we were asked to share something that we're proud of accomplishing so far this year. The first thing that came to mind: the voice. MY VOICE, to be exact...and how I am allowing myself to be less and less afraid of it and more and more accepting and loving of it. So, that's what I said: I am proud that I like the sound of my own voice. That I've never liked it or given myself permission to enjoy it, and now I do.

This made the people laugh.

And I was puzzled, and instantly flooded with feelings of embarrassment, wrong-saying/doing, and being ashamed.

I didn't know them.
I was vulnerable and honest with them.
They laughed.

I was the only one there that wasn't an actor or actively taking up space or pursing a place in the entertainment industry.
They laughed.

I didn't speak up to the whole group the rest of the night.
I didn't feel safe or a need to explain or express myself - these weren't my people.

We broke up into smaller groups - that was better. I find that I prefer intimate settings.
Free from the judgment and insecurities of the loudest speakers/interrupters of the group.

My group was awesome - there were 5 people there I would actually like to see again.

When my insecurities wore off, I was ready to be authentic. I paid no mind to the people who didn't get me and focused my intentions and energy on the people who did - who made an active effort to hear and understand my story.

This was the greatest gift. To allow space for the awkwardness and power through it.
To remain honest and true to myself and enjoy the moments and the night - as that is what I ventured there to do. To learn more tools to propel myself forward and become one or two steps closer to living, breathing, creating, loving my life and my dreams.

I like the sound of my own voice.
I proclaimed that to a room of strangers.
I like the face and the body that I see in the mirror.
I am a divine being and I own every bit of.

I am grateful for the experience. It has helped me learn and grow.
I like the sound of my own voice.
And I am empowered to to use it.
I feel brave, courageous, strong, intelligent, authentic, and honest when I speak up to say my truth.

As I bloom into peace and harmony with my voice - my inner voice(s), my physical, audible voice - I am humbled by its sound...by its power.
I have a nice voice - people have told me on many occasions.
I have a nice voice - until now, I have not given myself permission to listen to it... to hear it... to enjoy it.
I have a nice voice - I will no longer silence it.
I have a nice voice - and I like the sound of it.

Yogi Surprise Lifestyle Box Opening - May 2016

Aahh! It's my first recorded box opening.
Feeling all grown up using new technology.

I used a hand-held device called Flip Video to record... I'm not sure I love it.
The video is so blurry - It give me a headache trying to focus. Even when I was recording, it was blurry and I was getting a headache trying to look at the items I was attempting to record through the screen on the Flip Video and then looking at the items in real life... It hurt my eyes. I thought it was me. Nope. I hoped that it would be clearer on the final recording and that it was so fuzzy because the screen was so small. Nope. Oh well.

This was my 1st time recording, pretty much, anything...I have a lot to learn. It appears that the device is only good for near-sighted, far-away recording. Up close recording is a blurry/fuzzy mess. Boo. The device is simple - what you see is what you get. I'll do better next time.