I once got my friend, Kristen, yelled at. It wasn’t intentional. I’d been saying things to make her laugh, and of course she did. Our boss fussed, saying she was being too loud and no one else could concentrate. Kristen looked at me, then asked, “why didn’t she yell at you too? You were the one talking.”
I thought to myself, well, duh, I know how to whisper. That quality defined most of my life. I was the kid no teacher remembered was there, the person sitting in the corner who nobody remembered coming to the party. I was, and still am, quiet.
But I’m learning not to whisper. Maybe the whole journey thing is a big shout out to the Universe to say, HEY, I’M STILL HERE! And I’m looking to do some yelling.