The Voice Between the Lines- Day 2
A 7-day return to your Sacred Story
A 7-day return to your sacred story
This is the second of seven daily prompts. Nothing fancy—just a few quiet moments to reconnect with the voice beneath the noise.
Follow along.
Reflect privately.
Journal.
Or share what rises.
I’ll be walking through the prompts too—writing what stirs, what moves, what returns.
And if you’re just finding this now, you’re not behind.
The invitation still stands.
Start wherever you are.
Or circle back to Day 1.
Wherever you feel the tug…
that’s where you begin.
Today’s Prompt:
What parts of your story come from someone else?
What are you ready to set down?
When I was twelve, I strapped a 10-speed bicycle to a self-propelled lawnmower.
Not because I was trying to be funny.
Not because I was bored.
But because I genuinely believed I could make a better machine.
Spoiler: I could not.
It sucked. It was a mess.
But it was mine.
That one failed experiment earned me a nickname I carried for decades:
Shortcut.
My dad gave it to me—and not in a fun, movie-montage kind of way.
He said it with a smirk. A sigh. A warning.
“Always looking for the easy way out.”
And honestly?
He wasn’t wrong.
I was cutting corners.
Making messes.
Trying things that didn’t work.
It got me in trouble.
But it also became my blueprint.
Because here I am now—three companies deep, working with clients all over—
still building things ‘better.’
Still asking:
Is there a smarter way to do this?
A more elegant execution?
A cleaner, kinder, more human solution?
I was handed a script:
Shortcut = lazy.
But I rewrote it:
Shortcut = innovative. Relentless. Possibility-minded.
Today’s prompt asks what storyline we were handed.
But I’m not here to lay mine down.
I picked that story up and made it mine.
Not every inherited subplot is a lie.
Sometimes it’s a truth waiting for new language.
So here’s to the twelve-year-old misfit who believed there was a better way.
Here’s to the clunky, glorious failures that taught me how to see sideways.
Here’s to the name that once stung—now stitched into my legacy.
I’m still Shortcut.
But now?
It’s a badge. Not a bruise.
A mark of mischief and innovation.
Maybe even… worth putting on LinkedIn.
This post is part 2/7 of The Voice Between the Lines —
a 7-day return to your Sacred Story.
You can start at Day 1 or jump in wherever the whisper finds you.
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Much of my faith story came from camp or retreat experiences - those mountaintop nudgings that were carried over into my job experiences working with children and youth, and then working with the families of children with disabilities. Most recently I have had to call on those nudgings to handle and cope with my own disabilities. I am finding out that I am stronger than I thought I was and I have had to swallow some pride and allow people to help me occasionally.
I think any thoughts and emotions we hold onto that come through a filter of doubt and insecurity about us being anything less than love and full of possibilities are expressions of us holding into a narrative that was written about us by someone else. And not putting any blame on that person because it’s a cycle.
But becoming aware of why or how we feel about someone or of circumstances can bring so much freedom when we shed that weight and realize what we are capable of.
It’s super easy, obviously