I have often found my voice when I thought the cacophony would engulf it. There have been so many occasions previously when I decided life was just not giving me time or opportunity enough to do what I wanted.
This time I chose to reign in my excuses and ask them to either shut up or make their way out of my mind. And it has been fulfilling. Each day, I find a little of me. Every time I write, my heart feels a little happier. To empty my mind of chatter, not only do I listen to it, I silence it with my talkative hand. It has been truly uplifting to write again.