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The Voice

Some of the best advice I have ever heard is: No one can say what you have to say the way you say it.

We all have a voice. We all have something to say; something to offer this great, big, wide world. This place needs to hear your voice. You may express it through music, singing, writing, vlogging, posting pictures, taking pictures, painting, speaking, working in the corporate world, working in the home. We all were designed to share our voice. It's in our wiring; our DNA. You are a creative whether you recognize it or not.

It's taken me almost 40 years to find my voice. It has taken me a very long time to find comfort and confidence in my voice. I had to watch a lot of people do what I wanted to do until I finally decided to get off the sidelines and jump into the game.

I watch and follow a few moms that have made careers out of their social media platforms. Their messages are all very similar: every day moms surviving the mess of motherhood and having a good laugh along the way. They all deliver the same message: one of kindness and love and not taking oneself too seriously. However, they are all very different. Essentially, they are all saying the same thing but what they have to say sounds very different the way they say it.

It would be easy for these women to pack their bags and head back to their ordinary lives. They could simply say to themselves,"Someone else cornered this market. The world doesn't need me."

Oh, but we do.

I get so much out of these ladies. And what I get is different from each of them. Some help me love my children better and help me create a more peaceful space in our home. Another one helps me to chill out a bit and not take myself so serious all the time. Others help me love my husband more. While yet another helps me be a little more fashionable. They all add something to my every day ordinary life. And for that, I am truly grateful that these ladies didn't walk away from having their voice heard because someone else was doing it.

You never know whose life you are going to touch by stepping out and doing that thing that makes your palms sweaty. You don't know who out there needs you and needs to hear your voice.

I needed to hear someone's voice the other day. She found her method a few years ago through the art of photography. To say her work is extraordinary is an understatement. She is a brilliant photographer and blesses the world with her images; especially families. This day, though, her voice came spoken to me and over me. She filled my soul, challenged me, and helped me believe in myself and my next journey just by speaking about the journey she traveled to find her place in her dreams fulfilled. That moment on the square of the little town just to the north was such nourishment for me even though we were sweating like beasts in the oppressive August heat that Texas provides. She spoke life into me and I am forever grateful and indebted to her.

You have a voice. There is something inside you that needs to be shared with the world. Your corner may garner two people you encourage or you may find yourself with a million followers on Twitter. It really doesn't matter. At the end of the day, what is certain is that you saying what you have to say the way you have to say it mattered to someone else.

This is how we heal.
This is how we love.
This is how we unify a divided world.

So, get out there. Show the world your voice. Say what you need to say the way you were created to say it.

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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