Small potatoes

“I feel like a small potato,” I texted to my husband the other day.

I was feeling down. It’s hard trying to be a voice for mental health amidst all the noise “out there.” It feels impossible some days. I look on Instagram, I look on Facebook, on the air, on the news, on and on and on everyone is clamouring to be heard.

And some of them are being heard. And they’re doing it much better than me. They have thousands of online followers. They have amazing lead magnets. They shimmer and shine and dance on Instagram reels. And, you know what? It’s overwhelming. All those messages. Who am I to add one more voice to the crowd?

“I feel like a small potato,” I texted.

“You’re a big one in my world,” he texted back.

And that was my reminder. Once again to simply be a voice, a light, a positive influence in the spheres I inhabit. Because although I may feel like I’m not making a big difference “out there,” I can at least make a difference to the people right in front of me.

Be a potato. Even if you feel like a small one. Because you never know whose world you’re influencing.