I HEAR VOICES

I hear voices. Well, it’s more like just one little voice. I'm sure it won't be long before I start seeing dead people.

No. I'm not Sybill and I don't have a split personality. And I have never had imaginary friends. I'm not sure if it's God I hear, a little angel, my Higher Self, or a voice from another dimension. It speaks even when I don't want to hear it and louder when I try to ignore it. And I typically do until it's too late, at which point it says, “I told you so” while I’m putting ice on my head after banging it against the wall. As you will come to know, my little voice has a caustic sense of humor, but looking back, it always seemed to know better.

I think we all have our own little voice. If we stop talking so much, we can hear it. It is (almost) drowned in our daily distractions, but has its own determined desperation that hangs on. Sometimes it is polite and stays quiet until we shut up and at other times it screams out and scares us into listening.

Maybe our hearing starts getting worse as we get older for a good reason…so that we can start listening. I remember looking in the mirror a few years ago and for a minute, I saw myself much younger. I kept doing the I-Dream-of-Jeannie blink to try to make myself stick that way. It didn’t work. But I started thinking…if an older and wiser Robyn (which might be questionable, so let's just say more experienced) could go back in time and tell this sweet, naïve girl what was going to happen, who she would meet, why she should run the other way when she was so wildly and magnetically attracted to someone, and how to avoid falling on her face or banging her head against the wall, would she listen? Probably not.

Would you?

That Little Voice: Good question. Let’s see how they answer it. Oh, and nice try with the Jeannie wink.

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