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Listen to the Whisper: Your Inner Compass for Change

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“The Voice

There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
“I feel this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.”
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What’s right for you–just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.”
― Shel Silverstein

We spend our lives drowning in a sea of opinions. From the “shoulds” of our social feeds to the expectations

of our peers, the world is very loud about who you ought to be. But what if the blueprint for your greatest contribution isn’t found in a textbook or a trending topic, but in a whisper?

Shel Silverstein’s poem, “The Voice,” serves as a profound reminder that our moral compass is built-in.

“No teacher, preacher, parent, friend / Or wise man can decide / What’s right for you—just listen to / The voice that speaks inside.”

Being a force for good doesn’t always mean following a pre-written manual. It means having the courage to listen when that inner voice tells you that an injustice needs correcting, or that a small act of kindness is required, even if no one else is doing it. When you align your actions with that internal “rightness,” you move from being a spectator to a difference-maker. You stop asking for permission to be kind and start acting on conviction.

The world doesn’t need more echoes; it needs your unique, authentic resonance. When you trust that voice, you don’t just improve your own life—you light the way for others to do the same.

How to Use This Today

  • The 5-Second Pause: Before agreeing to a commitment or making a judgment, pause for five seconds to check in with your “inner whisper.” Does it feel expansive (right) or restrictive (wrong)?
  • Audit Your Influences: Identify one area where you are following a “wise man’s” advice instead of your own intuition. Reclaim one small decision based purely on your own values.
  • Act on the “Nudge”: The next time you feel a sudden, quiet urge to help someone or speak up, do it immediately. Treat that voice as an executive command rather than a suggestion.

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice.” — Steve Jobs

Podcast: Your Guides Appear: Mentors and Inner Strength

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No hero goes alone. We explore how mentors, allies, and even inner intuition help make the transition from ordinary life into something bigger. Campbell tells us that we are not alone in this — “the heroes of all time have gone before us.”

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Flash Fiction Monday: One Flick of a Stranger’s Hand Over Her Drink

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A woman alone in a crowded bar spots something in the mirror—a flick of a stranger’s hand over her drink. What follows is a chilling duel of wits between instinct and danger.

I caught it in the bar mirror—a flick of his hand over my drink. Too fast to be casual.

Did I imagine it? Or did he just drop something in my wine? 

He was old enough to be  my dad.I didn’t know his name. Late fifties maybe. Nice suit, dyed hair, the confident smile of a man who always gets what he wants. Tonight, apparently, that was me. I’d be his next conquest. 

He picked up his glass and said, “Here’s good days ahead.” 

I lifted my hand toward mine, then turned sharply and waved toward the crowd. “Marcia!” I called out to no one.

My elbow knocked the glass, spilling red across the bar and his gray pants.

“Oh no—I’m so sorry.”

He laughed, smooth as maple syrup. “No problem. I’m Matt. And you are…?”

“Me?” I asked.

That took him back. 

He didn’t hesitate, “You’re the woman who will make all my dreams come true.”

He snapped his fingers at the bartender and waved a twenty. “Get this beautiful woman another of what she was drinking. Keep the change.

My drink arrived before I could take a deep breath. I took hold of it and pulled it close to me.

“Let’s start fresh. Hi my name is Matt and you’re . . .”

I don’t know why I didn’t  walk away. Something inside me felt if I did, he’d follow me into the parking lot. I’ve got to stop watching the true detective stories on TV where trusting girls like me always end up in the morgue. 

“I get it. You don’t know me. Why should you trust me? It was true about me thinking you are the girl of my dreams. I believe in love at first sight and you pushed all my buttons.”

I was afraid to take a sip of my drink. Maybe he was in cahoots with the bartender. After all, he gave him a huge tip for five dollar glass of red wine. I was trying to think of an excuse to leave.  My mind felt like a gerbil on a gerbil wheel, going as fast and stuck in the same place.

“How’s the wine?”

“I haven’t tasted it.”

“Why?” 

“That’s a really good question.”

“What?”

“That one too.”

“I get it, why and what are questions?”

“Gee, you’re so smart. I bet you went to college.” I zinged him. I saw him turn red.

“May I check your wine’s aroma? It could the wine’s not right..”

“Sure,” I said sliding the wine to him.

He was good. He smiled, reached for hand. My eyes wanted to turn away from he touching my hand. I couldn’t. I know he slipped something in my drink, but I’m sure I couldn’t prove it. It was so fast. 

He lifted the glass, swirled it, and then sniffed. “It has a wonderful bouquet. You’ll love it.” 

He slid it back to me and took his drink into his hand.

I opened my purse and pulled out my phone.

“What are you doing?

“I’m calling my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend?”

“Yes. He’s a cop. He’s working the evening shift.”

I watched his face drain of color. “He should be here any minute. I want him to test my wine.”

Sometimes intuition whispers before danger speaks. Have you ever trusted that quiet voice inside and felt it protect you when reason hesitated? Share your thoughts below—your story might remind someone else to listen to their inner warning light.

When Is an Opportunity Not Really an Opportunity?

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Not every chance that knocks is meant to be opened. The real key? Listening to your gut when opportunity comes disguised.

When is an opportunity not an opportunity? Opportunities come under many disguises. Some are a slap in the face kinds of opportunities and others sneak up on you. How do you know which opportunity is the right one for you? I have wrestled with that question throughout my life. I’ve had some wonderful job offers as well as other opportunities that screamed at me, “Ray this is for you?” When I turned toward them, my stomach tied into knots. I couldn’t sleep at night. I wrestled with it and I wasn’t winning. Eventually I let those go. Once I let them go I felt relieved and sad at the same time. I wasn’t sure I made the best decision. As time proved out for me something better was waiting .I knew it was the right opportunity in my gut. There were no sleepless nights only excitement and desire to get started. Those opportunities didn’t turn out to be easy roads to travel. I faced lots of challenges . I knew as I was traveling on these roads that they were the right roads for me. I imagine you’ve had similar experiences. When an opportunity comes your way check your gut it usually is right.

Points to Ponder

  1. Have you ever taken an opportunity that left you restless or uneasy? What did your gut know that your mind ignored?
  2. Do you see a difference between opportunities that challenge you versus those that drain you? How do you sort them out?
  3. Looking back, which decisions felt “right” in your gut even before they proved themselves with results?
  4. Could letting go of one opportunity be the door to a better one? How does patience play into this?
  5. How do you balance logic, intuition, and emotion when faced with life-altering choices?

Something to think About ~ Following One’s Intuition

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Viktor Frankl, in Man’s Search for Meaning, spoke of being put on a list to go on a transport to a rest camp. Those who know him told him not to go. It was a trick, they were really sending him to the gas chambers. Frankl’s intuition told him to go and let fate take its course. Later, he discovered that if he had stayed, he would’ve died. It reminded him of the story, The Death in Teheran.

Here is the story: a rich and mighty Persian once walked in his garden with one of the servants, the servant cried that he had just encountered Death who had threatened him. He begged his master to give him his fastest horse, so he could make haste in flee to Teheran, which he could reach that same evening. The master consented and the servant galloped off on the horse. The master on returning to his house himself met Death, and questioned him, “Why did you terrify and threaten my servant?” “I did not threaten him; I only showed surprise in still finding him here when I planned to meet him tonight in Teheran,” said Death. (p. 66)

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