My New Voice

It has been a long time since I have blogged, since I have found my voice. I will share more later about my loss of voice, and my journey to refind it. But even after I found my voice returning, I lingered long in using it, sharing it. For my voice had changed and it still cracks at times. I am not so concerned about you hearing my voice crack, as I am in whether you will accept or reject my new voice.

For it is a deeper, darker, richer voice. Greater Joy and Greater Forboding in equal measure. It may not be what originally brought you to “Be Swift Be Precise.” How many friends will drift away from the new me? Because it is a new me. In many ways I have died many times to give birth to this new voice, in a way like and yet unlike the Chrysalis.

But in the end my voice will sound. I will use it. For like the Apostles Peter and John I cannot help speak what I have to say, for more mundane but equally compelling reasons.

So the next several blogs will attempt to unpack much of the past two years as it pertains to my life and voice, and the meaning I find in it that may be of use and intent to others. And for my personal vanity. I begin the drafting of these, as Paul did many of his epistles, in prison, though this one is much more padded and isn’t called a prison. And in a way, like Paul, I requested prison, though in another way I definitely did not.

Another thing about my new voice is I am more likely to be blunt, and less concealing of offenders. No protection of the “innocent until proven guilty.”