"I keep a journal," a writer once told me, "in order to stay in conversation with the many women who live inside me." That's as good advice as any on the wisdom of journaling. Get to know the women who make up your internal committee by writing about each one of them.
Unfortunately, some women never learn quite how to preside over or reconcile the different women that exist inside them. They never learn that we are all a mass of inner conflict and divided loyalties. To them an inner chorus of voices is a sign of their mental and spiritual weakness, their failure at being strong women of faith who act out of the strength of a supposedly undivided self. No one has ever told them that there's no such thing as being single-minded and having one side to your personality. Human beings are far more complex than that. They have to be. After all, different situations call for different sides of ourselves. More importantly, different seasons in our lives call different aspects of our personality.
Pausing to caucus with the women who make up you, therefore, is not a sign of faithlessness, indecisiveness, or, worst, mental defect. We all carry around within our heads voices that vie with each other about what's best for us. Each voice has value and a role to play in our life. Let each one have her say.
Suppose, for example, that you have to make a major decision about a job opportunity that has come along. Of course, we are taught to admire the woman who seems to know what she wants and goes after it. But you may find yourself conflicted about which direction to take. You're torn by competing loyalties.
The supposedly positive voices are the ones that goad us to try new things, take chances, throw caution to the wind, live a little, and exercise more faith in God and in ourselves. Suppress your doubts and ignore your fears, goes the advice of popular pundits.
But it's not as simple as all that. The woman who acts in a way that's true to her self and in her own best interests is the woman who has learned how call an inner committee meeting and to preside over all the members of her committee, hear each woman out, weigh the advice of each, and then move in the direction of her goals and values. The women within represent the sum of all of the experiences, emotions, and wisdom you've garnered over the years, all of which go into making you the wonderfully complex, passionate, and captivating woman that you are.
I've managed to identify at least five different women who make up my inner committee and have given a name to each.
There's Faustina, my critic. Nothing is good enough for her. She's never satisfied. No book or article I write is ever ready to be seen by the public, according to her. No sermon I preach was good enough. There's always something that just wasn't right. She's critical of the way my body looks as I age. She insists upon excellence, and I appreciate her for that; but if I'm not careful she will silence me before anyone else has a chance to do so.
There's the bully within whom I've labeled Shayshay. She refuses to take no for an answer. She's my hard taskmaster. She drives me to exhaustion and hysteria with her will to succeed, win, and her determination to crush anything and anyone who gets in the way of what she wants. She refuses to be intimated. In fact, she hates for anyone to try to intimate her. By the way, did I mention that Shayshay remembers every hurt and wrong anyone has ever inflicted on me? She is bent upon proving my naysayers wrong.
Neecie is forever apprehensive about trying new things. She sees ghosts and goblins around every corner, and cautions me against making a complete fool of myself. She's the first to remind me "I told you so" when making a fool of myself is just what I've done. No matter how much God blesses me, Neecie can't help looking for doom and disaster to strike at any moment. She teaches me caution, but she's wholly incapable of coming to my aid when trying to figure out how to get out of a jam.