Dr. Wayne Dyer said: "Don’t die with your music still inside you. Listen to your intuitive inner voice and find what passion stirs your soul.” I think my inner voice must have laryngitis because it certainly isn't doing any talking, especially to me. I lay in bed at night and do my best to strike up a conversation with my inner voice. You hoo, inner voice...are you there? No answer.
Maybe the problem is that I don't have any music inside me. Lord knows I have no rhythm. I dance like Elaine Benes from Seinfeld and sing like William Hung, the "She Bangs" guy from American Idol. I don't know what the answer is. All I know is that I feel as though I am missing something. Like I am meant to do more. How does one go about discovering what their true passion is? Although I love animals I cannot allow them to become my passion for fear of becoming a hoarder (It runs in the family. Read my Mother's Day post). I will always do what I can to help animals but refuse to cross the line between "helper" and "hoarder". So, I am open for any suggestions. Please weigh in and let me know how I stop my "inner voice" from giving me the cold shoulder.