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CHAPTER 5- MY INNER VOICE


 There are million cacophonies of our mind and heart echoing so violently. Sometimes it pushes us to do better , but sometimes it takes us down into a loop of despair.

Hello, I’m Emilia from Helsinki, Finland. I am a 27-year-old singer, musician and singing teacher. I have been singing and performing since I was 10 years old. I have a bachelor’s degree in music and specialisation in vocal teaching. This is an anecdote of what I’ve been feeling for a really long time. I know many people go through millions of insecurities on everyday basis but don’t really pay much attention to it. Changing negative outlook on things and being really confident of ourselves is really important.

Performing has always made me nervous. I’ve always been thinking a lot about what others think of me. Usually I over-analyse every look and word negatively towards myself. In the past I used to compare myself a lot to others. I was very hard on myself and blamed myself for even the smallest of mistakes. At one point all these negative thoughts made me so anxious that I completely stopped singing.

Now I’ve learned to like myself more and more day by day. I’ve taught myself to find my own strengths and understood that I don’t need to be anybody other than myself. I think that you can practise your strengths. You can, for example, practise to become braver, by challenging yourself. It’s also important to thank yourself after doing difficult things, no matter how small.

Learning self-knowledge is the key. What makes you special, because everyone is special.

My motto is: genuine power is best expressed through gentleness. When you are gentle and understanding towards yourself, you are that to others too. Find your strengths in small everyday things, and remember you can always develop yourself.

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