When I began writing online, I thought I had it all figured out.
Online, I would use my voice, the same voice that carried me through my professional career and through graduate school.
My voice was, I thought, witty, sarcastic, but deeply personal.
It was, I thought, unchanging.
It was, I thought, endearing.
It was singular.
It was my voice.
I realize now in hearing more of the intonations in my voice online and offline that I was mostly wrong about this.
Yes, I do have a voice.
But, in having to write daily that like the waves, and in having my voice read by others, I realize that my voice is not of just one solid note.
It’s fluid, plural.
I have many voices that define my one voice.
Voice is not, I realized in doing this, something that always can be constant or unchanging.
It breathes, I believe, and lives within these pages, both metaphorical and literal.
My voice doesn’t always sound right to my ear.
My voice doesn’t always speak in a language that I can readily understand.
My voice is still becoming. Always becoming.
My voice is still in training. Always training.