Life changes the day you find the beauty of your own voice.
Finding your voice is like when a child learns that his tiny voice can echo in a parking lot. There is no stopping that child from screaming non-stop because she has become obsessed with the beautiful sound her voice is creating and how the sound seems as if it will go on forever.
I always spoke in “parking lots,” but I never spoke loud enough so that my voice would ricochet against the barrier and cause a disruption of sound waves.
Now I feel as if I am that child in the parking lot – diligently trying to test, navigate and push the “gaps,” “color lines” and “barriers” with my voice
…so as to make the world a little better for someone somewhere who has trouble overcoming something.
I am obsessed with speaking, writing, designing, creating, implementing, and…
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