Searching For Self The quiet voice inside whispered, go. My ego shouted, but you have a to-do list you must stick to. The whisper came again, go. To go would be the more difficult path. The uncomfortable one. The one that would leave me feeling vulnerable, especially if I stumbled over my words. The last thing I wanted to do was stand up, microphone in hand, in front of a board with an impromptu two-minute speech. Surely there would be other people to speak for me. The excuses kept popping up. I have work to do; I should run, wasn’t I going to make hummus? Then I remembered the Judge. Gavel in hand she…