What To Do When The Dream Begins

On October 25, six women came together to start a group called Eight Women Dream.  I was nervous.  Would anyone show up to join in on this dream of mine?  Could a group of women be committed to meeting once a month to laugh, plan, and execute their wildest dream?  Would they even want to join a club?  Everyone seems so busy these days.

There I was on that monumental Saturday looking over the long dining room table at Heather’s house.  Packets and notes spread out for each woman who said they were coming.  For a brief moment I thought: What in the hell am I doing?  I took a deep breath.  I knew I had to do something, ANYTHING to change my stars.  I am 48 years old – dammit – and my son will turn 14 in 2009.  I am late to the game in going after this dream that rips my heart like a paper cut every time I think of it.  I want it so badly.  I want my son to see my dream come true before he is through high school.  I want to be able to buy him that house he so desperately wants to live in with all his friends coming and going while I write from a room upstairs.  I’ve lost so much time already.

But I keep letting life get in the way of this dream of mine.  Is it fear?  Excuses? Depression?  Menopause?

It is said that the best way to make your dreams come true is to help other people acquire theirs.  I had this idea:  would eight women meet with me once a month and let me help them go after their dream while pushing me to continue going after mine?  This thought is like a soft whisper in the back of my mind each morning as I stare at my vision board pinned to the ceiling above my bed.  It really should be a naked, hot man … that it isn’t … speaks volumes for how badly I want what is pictured above my bed.

One sunny Wednesday after meeting Girl Friday extraordinaire Alyse, and having much in common, I told her about my idea.  I just didn’t know that Alyse was the perfect person to tell this idea, because she is the kind of person to set the date of the first meeting and start inviting people.  Which is exactly what she did.

Now I cannot ignore KB’s influence on my dream because she is the person who started me writing again, which is something I will never be able to fully thank her for in a million years.  She has been behind me 100%, but it took Alyse to get us moving … and moving we are.

To my great surprise and enjoyment, six women showed up for the first meeting of Eight Women Dream.  We worked through some amazing exercises that helped answer the question: What would it take to make you REALLY happy?  We laughed, drank wine and became excited about our lives.  We bonded and invited two more women for the next meeting.

The highlight of the evening came when KB realized an idea for a dream.  It was exactly what I was hoping would happen.  I am thinking of posting these exercises so the readers can join along with us if they would like.  I’ll keep you posted…

Until next time-

C

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