We cannot be ourselves and be wrong at the same time. It just isn’t possible. We can be misunderstood but not wrong. What do I mean by being ourselves? I mean being the Self with a capital “S.” I mean the one you are born to be. I mean the song you were born to sing.

I have lived a life of hiding my light under a bushel. I did it because I was afraid. I am still afraid. But I have never stopped singing.

My song has been sad— but still, I have sung. Silently, under my breath, without an audience. I just kept singing, using my true voice.

Yes, I am singing to you on paper and you are feeling the truth in every word I write.

Writing is my way of singing.

I have learned that my true song is for myself, first, last and always. I can sing it under my breath. I can whisper it in the dark corners of my fear. It is my one true note in all of the cosmos.

How do you sing your song? It could be anything that allows you to break the chains of falsehood. Go ahead. Sing a few notes just to warm up. Feels good, doesn’t it?

Do not fear singing in the dark. It is when your note is needed the most.

And when the dawn comes, continue to sing.

Vicki Woodyard