The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself. Anna Quindlen
One of my son Carlton’s favorite sayings as a young child was “You’re not the boss of me.” He would use it after I had delivered “constructive criticism” (my mother’s words) about a certain behavior or way of doing something.
Another was “That’s your opinion.” This comment would follow a particularly “profound” piece of advice I had shared with him.
Ah, the wisdom of small children.
The words I have needed to override the critical voices that haunt me when I’m not paying attention.
“Why in the world would you choose to do that?” the condescending voice questions.
“You’re not the boss of me,” I think, feeling the freedom from justifying myself.
“You spend too much time lost in words,” the it’s-for-your-own-good wise one offers.
“That’s your opinion,” I smile and continue to type.
Thanks, Carlton. The still, small voice I carry inside.