Personal Narrative: My Voice

Another major factor in how my voice was shaped is my family. Both my mom and my brother put together the initial impetus for my voice’s journey. During my high school years my brother was in university and was not often present within my home. He’s always been very outspoken and loud. A common joke my family likes to make about him is that he’s “sometimes right, sometimes wrong, but never in doubt.” I think that is what first squished my voice down into the land of the hesitator. Since my brother always assumed he was right and I never had the willpower to convince him otherwise, he became the only own allowed to control conversations. Because of this relationship I relaxed into the role of the listener and the loyal follower. I would repeat …show more content…
Most of the ways I say things, right down to the syntax and sentence structure, is in emulation of the way she speaks. The so-called witty, quippy dialogue that I use from day to day is a simple imitation of her own. It’s probably why we get along so well. There’s a shared understanding of humour, intent, and tactics between us that has not diminished as I have aged. Even with all the voice developments in the last six years I have retained the qualities I learned as a child from my mom. Thankfully I seem to have managed to escape her tendency of retelling the same stories over and over, but who’s to say what will come in my later …show more content…
I don’t have any form of daily voice exercises. I do warm up for class and for performances, but I don’t do anything every morning. However, after taking this class i think I’m going to try to fit in some tension relieving exercises into my morning schedule. I doubt it’ll stick but I’m really going to try to keep it going because I’ve recognized how incredibly helpful it can be not only for my voice but also my mental state in the morning. Often after class I felt reenergized and much more content. I want those feelings to be present every day as well. I’m not particularly kind to my body in regards to rest, it always feels like I can spend just a little more time awake doing something. Time is one of those things that really controls me. I don’t like the idea that I am “losing” conscious time by sleeping. I think the way I take care of myself really is rooted in my inability to implement some kind of discipline over my life. Everything slides around loosely, without an overarching plan. Some of the discoveries made in class this semester have pushed me to really try to start crafting more of a disciplined approach to my bodily abilities and my art. In the future I’m going to push myself to live within some stricter boundaries of behavior and effort. The enticing idea of maximum effect with minimum effort is my