Building a Little Dream

Last updated on November 1st, 2019 at 03:32 pm

Sundays are my day–my day to relax and do whatever I want. The church I attend holds services from 8 am in the morning through noon and then again at 7 pm at night. They are meditative services–quiet and peaceful–very different from the Catholic church services I grew up suffering through. No pressure to go to church in the morning unless it is a beautiful, sunny day. In the winter, it’s easier to attend services at night.

Sundays, I usually take a long walk with Boonie the terrier dog.

I pet the cat. I wear socks outdoors. I go bra-less and feel my boobs sag to my knees. Who cares. At least I have breasts big enough to fall.

I read. I write. I explore the Internet for ideas about my big dream. I dig in the garden. I shower at 3 pm sometimes. I may spend all day in my PJs. I may eat dark chocolate. I’ll write bad poetry. I won’t shave my legs. I won’t answer the phone. I’ll eat breakfast for dinner. I’ll organize my wallet.

Today while glancing at the pennies in my coin purse (it’s Sunday so bite me) I notice a Christmas gift I haven’t used.  It’s a bookstore gift card to buy the book the FabJob Guide to Become a Motivational Speaker. It seems it isn’t a book they carry in stock, and it’s one this gift-giver wants me to read.

I think the book should be like the bed in a bag: motivational speaking in a purse.  Make it a Louis Vuitton with big straps to carry around all the crap I have to say.

Instead of going out to get the book, I spent part of today searching the Internet about this little ole dream of mine.

Do you know that if you Google “How to become a motivational speaker?” search returns 1,530,000 results for how to be a motivational speaker? Where in the hell was Google when I was failing Calculus?

I was thinking of some of my favorite motivational speakers: Les Brown, Wayne Dyer, Rev. Mary Murray Shelton-Saux, and Phyllis Diller. Yeah, laugh. I’m some combination of these people with a redhead’s attitude. Last year, I came close to working for best-selling author and speaker, Marci Shimoff. She left me feeling if she could do it, I certainly could do it.

But . . .

What is being a public speaker really my dream? What would I talk about to a group of people that might actually have to sit and listen to me? Many think I give great insights on raising kids. Others think I have a positive way to look at life’s problems. Mostly I laugh, drink red wine, dance, and clean my bathroom in the nude when there’s a problem to solve. These things will get you through anything in life–trust me. Along with a nagging teenage son, good friends, and a mother who really should be Jewish.

Here’s Rev. Mary Murray Shelton-Saux discussing passion and you may see why I enjoy her speeches–

Catherine Hughes

Catherine Hughes is an accomplished magazine columnist, content creator, and published writer with a background as an award-winning mom blogger. She partners with companies to create captivating web content and social media stories and writes compelling human interest pieces for both small and large print publications. Her writing, which celebrates the resilience and achievements of Northern California’s residents, is featured in several magazines. Beyond her professional life, Catherine is passionate about motherhood, her son, close friendships, rugby, and her love for animals.

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