On liking and empowering your own voice
Listening to my own voice used to pain me. I avoided it. Couldn't stand it. It seemed too high. Too sweet. And if I didn't remember to tuck my tongue in, there was a lisp. Oh, how much I yearned for a deep booming voice. So I could preach when I spoke. Like M.L.K.
I started playing piano at the age of seven. Kept at it through high school. By the end, I typically practiced two to three hours a day. My fingers could fly. At times I dreamed of becoming a professional pianist. Then reality would intrude. You see, my hands were too small. I could reach an octave. Beyond that, I had to roll the chords. I was good. But could never truly be exceptional.
This was my fear as a young attorney. That my feminine voice, like my small hands, would doom me in the quest to be the best trial lawyer that I could possibly be.
This insecurity was the by product of trying unsuccessfully to emulate male trial lawyer role models and icons. Eventually I gave up on all of that. Thank heavens!
Fast forward (a few decades)...
The voice that I worried about so much, is now a trusted and worthy friend.