Sponsored by Keith A. Veres, CPA, CGMA
Some days, you come dangerously close to giving into the bad voice.
You know, the one that tells you to stop giving 100% because you were treated as if you have no voice, brain, or worth.
The one that says you're justified for ostracizing that family member who makes every holiday a waking nightmare because he's utterly disrespectful, ungrateful, entitled, and selfish.
The one that says even the people you love and trust most in the world will sometimes make you feel like a poopy diaper.
The voice that tells you you're a terrible person, one who isn't particularly bright, makes more mistakes than a toddler in a Quantum Physics class and who does, in fact, deserve to be treated like a poopy diaper. #BadDayTimesAThousand
And then you hear it. The good voice.
The one that tells you you're not only capable and should be respected but that you do indeed deserve to be do and be well; to be loved---to be joyful. Sometimes, you're lucky enough to hear it from your girlfriend; the one you know you can always count on for uplifting advice, for brutal honesty, for sound guidance. #ThankYouSweetPal
Now, if you'll excuse me, my good voice is telling me to stop being a whiny baby, get my head out of my...underarm; hold it up high, and get back to the business of being the best PK I can be.
Remember: we all have value and the Big Guy put us here to be happy --and we will, just as soon as we decide to be, Capisce?
Listen to the good voice, yo.