Do you ever hear voices? You know, voices in your head? I believe that you probably do. In fact, I believe that we all do.
Now, before we go any further, let me explain what I mean. Or maybe I should explain what I don’t mean. If you are hearing voices in your head that are not yours and if they are telling you to do something ….. well, that’s not what I’m talking about. In fact, I would politely encourage you to seek help. It’s probably not a good thing.
If, on the other hand, you have a voice in your head that talks to you as you go throughout your day, you will understand what I’m talking about. Our inner voice. Probably one of the most important voices we will hear in our lifetimes.
I am a positive person. An unflinching optimist I have been told. My inner voice is usually pretty positive as well. Actually pretty nice. It tends to be an encourager, give people the benefit of the doubt (at least the first time), doesn’t usually judge, is fairly forgiving and rarely critical. At least when dealing with others. It’s another story when my inner voice is dealing with me. It tends to tell me a whole slew of reasons why I can’t do something rather than why I can. It seems determined to point out my every flaw and mistake possible. To always be trying to suck the wind out from beneath my wings.
Frankly, my inner voice can be a bitch. A real bitch. Seriously.
I read something the other day that said My bathing suit told me to go to the gym, but my sweat pants were like “nah girl, you’re good”. Now that’s the kind of inner voice a girl needs. One that says you’re good. Just like you are.
But then I wondered. Is it? Is it really what we need?
I worked for a very talented woman a few years ago. And one thing always comes to mind when I think of her. She taught me how to set up catering events and would say that something was “fine”. The tablecloths were fine the way they were. The food was fine. The room looked fine. Everything was always just fine. Never once did I hear her express the desire to be wonderful. Or exceptional. Or amazing. She was content with just fine. I must admit that I never thought that just fine was good enough. I still don’t. And, apparently, my inner voice doesn’t think so either.
And so now I find myself considering the fact that maybe I haven’t been fair to my inner voice. Maybe it knows me better than I realize. Maybe it knows that if it told me everything was good and fine, I would probably just lay around in my sweat pants all day. Eating Twinkies and Doritos and drinking Cokes. And never strive for better than just good. Or fine.
I want to be wonderful. And exceptional. And absolutely amazing. I just wish my inner voice could figure out a nicer way to challenge me. And not be such a bitch. Just saying.