You’ve heard it whisper, the same as I have, that little voice that says “You cannot.”
It was there, that little voice, the first time I went to do a pushup after several years away, “you cannot” it said, telling me that it had been too long and my body had atrophied.
It had not, the voice was wrong.
It was there in college, telling me that though I was doing well in class, I would fail the test.
It was wrong, that little voice.
It was there when I asked her out, telling me that she was far too pretty for the likes of me.
I was surprised, so was the little voice.
once upon a time, ‘you won’t get the job, don’t even interview.’
but I did it anyway, and did.
“You’ll never lose that weight” it speaks to me… but then, I eat right, count my calories, exercise, and I do.
This little voice seems to never go away, but I’ve noticed that the longer I’ve let it speak to me the harder it is to change back to where you were. Despite proving to myself for years that I can do a pull-up, or two. Every time I approach the bar, the voice whispers “you can’t do those.” despite doing it, and doing it. There’s a nearly physical barrier that says “I can’t.” and you know what? I do.
(It’s a voice that attacks us all, but I can, and you can too. Ignore that little voice.)