It's hard sometimes to not be so down on yourself. For the first time since this whole thing started, I lost an argument with the voices in my head. I was supposed to get up for Spin on Thursday, but I was really tired and (I must admit) medicated. So when the alarm went off at 5 am, I heard the voice say quite loudly, "GET UP!"
Instead of an argument like I normally have with myself, I simply responded, "No."
"Get up! Just get moving, and you'll feel better and you'll be glad that you went!" my inner self said.
I responded by rolling over and going back to sleep. There was no discussion. No banter. I just ignored myself and rolled over. And I didn't wake up until 6:30. Then I proceeded to have the worst swim lesson, so there wasn't even that to feel good about at the end of the day. I should have argued with those voices.
I bring this up because today my Dad had a book signing at Barnes and Noble. The title of his book is The Silence is Deafening: Poetry by the Voices in my Head and Other Friends, and he was autographing his book and singing some of the songs from his CD Poets and Dreamers. Like me, my Dad is his own worst critic. He inspires me; he inspires others. He was nervous about today, but as I watched him grab his guitar and sing his own songs, I was so proud.
|Autographing his book|
|The sign was on the store window. Awesome!|