or “Why being a people pleaser is dumb!”
For the vast majority of my early life, I was “the loud one.” I had a voice that carried. I got in lots of trouble in school for talking too much and too loudly. I was always the one who got in trouble at slumber parties for talking after lights out. Ask my mom, she will confirm–but don’t tell her I have a blog please, she doesn’t understand them and will think it’s a disease or something.
As many things in my world tend to do, the pointing out of this “issue” made me super sensitive about it. I made a point to speak softly as much as possible.
Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, apparently I am an overachiever in the “speak more softly” category of life.
I am constantly being told to speak up. It’s infuriating! I will repeat things over and over until I realize that even I don’t care what I’m saying anymore.
I worry that I speak even softer due to the inevitable hearing damage I have as a result of liking to be right up front at shows. However, the majority of my blame will go to all those teachers and mothers who told me I talked too loud.
I’d go yell at them…..but they’d probably not be able to hear me.
