Here's the story. At work, I ran into some folks I quite like. I was
glib and irreverent at the expense of my current project. You know… the usual.
It was then I noticed a new face sitting quietly and listening. Someone who did
not know that my foot rests often in my mouth and that I sometimes put it there
deliberately.
Immediately, I thought: "Rats. Now they think I don't know what
I'm doing and that I'm a pain. Maybe they're deciding not to like me. Will I
have to work with them? Did I say anything I don't stand behind?" …and on
and on chased the squirrels in my brain.
Stop, I thought. You have become
an outspoken, opinionated person… and that's alright. Speak your mind. Use
humour if appropriate. Ask questions. Worry less about being liked and more
about liking yourself. Do the right thing instead of worrying about what the
right thing might be. Be considerate without being quiet.
It was like my own Canada Day. Independence from my own nagging voice.
Not that having that voice chime in is a bad thing all the time; everyone needs
to check the controls once in a while to make sure you're on course. It's just
now I trust my regular voice more often. I am the mouthy broad my mother always
hoped I'd never be and I'm enjoying it! (I think…)
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