Metrics don't concern me as much as it used to. I am aligned with my God and he said:"One Voice at a Time" to me when I was despairing that meeting the goals was taking over my thoughts.While on my knees he sent me clarity not comfort. As an late diagnosed autistic woman in her late 50's I have a unique approach to authentic communication and the ideas of expressing it.

Never Thought People Listened Much

✨ One Voice at a Time.

I used to think my words dissolved in the air.
Spoken. Forgotten.
Ignored.

For most of my life, I thought people weren't really listening — not in the way that mattered. I often said things sideways, gently, in metaphors… and still felt unheard. As a late-diagnosed autistic woman, communication has always been layered. Internalized. Careful.
And exhausting.

But recently, in a moment of quiet despair — when I felt the weight of “not doing enough” and the goals looming like storm clouds — I dropped to my knees. Metrics were screaming. Numbers. Reach. Growth.
None of it felt real anymore.

And then I heard it, clear as anything:
"One voice at a time."

Not a business strategy. Not a marketing slogan.
A soul-alignment.
A divine reminder that impact isn't always visible, but it is always sacred.

I’m not here for mass applause.
I’m here for her — the woman curled up in her car after a hard day, scrolling for hope.
For him — the quiet soul who never joins the Zoom but always shows up to listen.
For them — the volunteers who aren’t sure they’re making a difference, but are.

So I show up. One voice at a time.
Not because people are watching, but because someone is listening — and maybe, finally, they feel heard too.

That’s the work that counts.
The quiet kind. The real kind.
The kind that never shows up in metrics. ❤️