I am NOT a podcaster. I’m just a 47-year-old teen learning that her inner dialogue is allowed to speak.
I’m allowed to respond to life, ask questions, and wonder whimsically out loud…even if it’s only for 25-ish minutes once a week, into a lil furry mic, in an empty room.
I used to speak on stages to audiences of dozens or thousands, but I couldn’t be vulnerable with an audience of six.
On stage, I represented knowledge and branding…things that could be taught, measured, and fact-checked. But my whimsical thoughts? Who would value those?
So I stayed quiet.
Then my 22-year-old daughter asked, “Mom, have you ever considered pressing record? We can’t be the only ones who benefit from the way you see life.”
After months of resistance, my adult kids created a list of life topics they wanted me to explore.
One rule: my replies had to be shared publicly.
I’m still not a podcaster.
I’m just learning to let my inner dialogue speak…and getting brave enough to invite you to listen.


