I’m Done Entertaining

I’ve decided I’m done entertaining.

I’m done entertaining the voices, the whispers, that are unkind to me. I’m done preparing them plates, pouring them wine, sitting down, and giving them time.

“Doubt, what was that you were saying?” I’d ask.

“Oh yes, I don’t think you can do it, and nor should you,” Doubt would reply. Hmmm, I’d ponder.

“Well, Shame, what do you think?” I’d ask.

“I’d have to agree — have you seen your past? Looking at that, it’s obvious you’d fail,” Shame would say, taking a sip and adding in, “Oh, what a delicious drink.”

We’d continue on, the Pity Party, hosted by me. Complete with appetizers, desserts, and after-dinner tea. And as the night drags on, so would my worries, fears, and pain. But you know what I realized? I don’t actually owe these voices a dang thing. 

Out of the house, you go — goodbye! This is my mind, my body, and soul. My heart gets to decide what voices stay and what voices go. So I’ll turn you away — Doubt, Shame, Guilt, Fear, and Disgrace. I’ll ignore your calls. Lock the door. Block your messages — you’re not welcome anymore. 

And now in your place, I finally have space to host Hope, Joy, Wonder, Compassion, and Zeal. Letting them have their rightful seats. Instead of a Pity Party, they throw a Promising Party just for me. They aren’t greedy, or unkind. They bring housewarming gifts and show up on time. They greet me tenderly, with warm hugs and kisses on the cheek. They know how to say exactly what I need. 

I realized I get a choice in what voices I entertain. I don’t care how sneaky delicious Fear’s charcuterie board may appear — they're still not welcome. Nope — I’ve made up my mind. I’m making myself very clear. 

So what voices will you entertain this week? Who will you let through your door? Where will you draw the line and finally say, “Nope not anymore!”