Well, here we sit at Day 3 with no voice.
I have to chuckle because goodness, not two weeks ago I remember riding in the car with Bear and saying, “What would you do if all of a sudden I just stopped talking, for like, a long time? Because sometimes, I just don’t want to have to talk. It’s nice to not have to talk.”
As someone who really doesn’t mind not saying much, (in fact, I was almost a little glad when I lost my voice because it meant that I couldn’t say much) it’s getting to be a little frustrating that when I DO have something to say, it can’t be heard. Maybe I need to not take my voice so for granted and use it more often. Maybe that’s the lesson here.
I do have a voice that’s worth being heard, with things to say…if it’ll ever come back.