Who Else Wants Me To Write Instead of Talk About Dreaming?

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In case you haven’t caught on.  I am the leader of this group and my dream is to be a famous writer and public speaker.  Sorry if that made your coffee spray out your nose.

Yep.  That’s my dream.

This month I joined Toastmasters.  There.  Are you happy?  I haven’t given a speech yet – much to every-one’s disbelief.  I know you are in shock.  Many thought I would jump at the chance to make strangers sit down and listen to me talk for 10 minutes without rope and duck tape.

Except . . .

Listening to other wonderful speakers has me entranced.  Those truly close to me know how much I love a good speaker.  I can sit for hours quietly hanging on the melodic words of an oral story.  One would think this is strange from a woman who wants to talkwritehave sex again some yearteach – be a story teller.

Toastmasters is like slipping a sweet Barry White CD in my car stereo drive out to the coast by myself and listen to him talk to me elixir.  Tell me a good story and I will curl up in my pajamas and hang on your every word.  Toastmasters meetings require I wear make up and get dressed to hear stories.

Bastards.

I also remembered someone this week.

My father used to tell the best stories about his day at work.  He’d sit his large Paul Bunyan-like self down at the head of our tight family table – a worn wood table adorned with the type of corners underneath able to stuff all the food me and my brother hated, which my mother swore was good for us.  You know – the food your mom cooked after you spent an afternoon driving her insane.  It was probably summer.

My dad would sit there at the head of the table and tell us wonderful stories of the day he spent away from those he loved.  He’d be sprinkled with the dust from the many roads he passed over during the day, his hands cracked and worn, his big wide smile and those lovely big blue exhausted eyes.  It was heaven.

When a trucker passes you – remember – there might be a little redhead girl at home waiting to hear his stories.  Slow down.

Toastmasters would have loved him.  Maybe I inherited some odd family orator gene.  He was a redhead too.  He died when I was 18.  I will miss him my entire life. But I can tell his story.

And help 7 other women tell theirs.

If you are interested in checking out Toastmasters for your dream, you can find a nearby chapter by visiting their website at www.toastmasters.org.

Keep on dreaming –

Catherine

 

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Catherine Hughes, Be an Online Success

Director of the 8 Women Dream Project at 8 Women Dream
Catherine’s dream is to make 8 Women Dream the premier online publication for women looking to pursue their dreams. She is a published author, a freelance writer, and a guide for those who want their dreams to come true online. Catherine would someday like to be invited to speak at TED about her observations about her 8WD project inviting women to take a chance on their dreams. Wine was required... Catherine posts on Sunday evenings and fills in dream stories as needed.
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  • Dawnda

    NO! I do not want you to go back to posting just the videos again. This was a really fun post to read. It also made me realize I don’t always have to keep my posts so damn G rated (no, I don’t know how that idea got in my head). Keep writing Keep talking and for God Sake, get up and make your speech! Let me know when and I will be there!

  • Kim

    UUmmm, yeah, I want the videos back… NOT! You’re so much fun to read! Welcome back;)