I often fantasize about going back to my high school English teacher and saying, “yes, yes, you can make a living from talking. And I do it!” I LOVE to talk. I was born to talk. But I didn’t start talking until the age of three. My mom says I’ve been making up for it since. In this texting, social media world, I prefer to have a conversation. The chances of loss in subtext or context are far greater through the written word. The sound of laughter, the sense of shock or the intimacy of conversation drives my passion for talking. My college math professor begged me, “Please do the business world a favor and become a communications major,” because quote, ‘I lose my class to you every time you open your mouth.’” Did I mention I had to take his class twice and it’s the only “C” I received in college? Nightmares of finite math still haunt me to this day, but I’m most proud of that “C” than
all my “A’s and “B’s.”
It took years for me to heed his advice. I was afraid. A business major makes money. A communications major??? Too unstable for my personality. Besides, growing up I was told I could bring him the bacon, fry it up in a pan and never let my man forget he is a man. That’s a lot of pressure for one woman. But I wanted the bacon with all the fat that comes with it. My mindset was focused on wanting a career, becoming an executive powerhouse to one day rule the world. I didn’t need a man. That’s right, I didn’t need a man, but I wanted a partner. I don’t have the time or desire to do everything alone. At times I need a man to cook, make money or never let me forget I am a woman. The roles may change, but my partner picks up when I can’t, and I do the same for him. It’s was my man that taught me to chase my dreams. Through his belief in me, I found the true me…Talkalicious.
There was something about wearing my Wonder Woman Underoos at eight-years-old that fed my inner strength. Often I was called, demanding, aggressive (my mom would correct me and say assertive) and my expectations were too high. I would never expect anything more than what I expect from myself. Therefore, don’t expect me to lower my expectations. I have an opinion, and if you ask me for mine, I don’t lie. I’ll double-check, “Are you sure you want the truth?” I’ve lost relationships over telling the truth. I’ve been called crazy. But my favorite is when I hear, “Christine, I thought you were crazy, but you were right.” Who am I kidding, I like to hear I’m right. And who doesn’t??? It makes it all worth it because my heart is always in the right place.
Somewhere and sometime, between being a mom, businesswoman, auntie, wife, bestie, confidant, nurse, CEO, therapist, partner, lover…I lost time. Time to laugh, be silly, not take myself too seriously, poke fun at me, my kids, my marriage, the people around me and life. Talkalicious is about real life, those of us too busy to be angry, need an escape and prefer to laugh and know we’re normal. Laughter is the best medicine, and in the crazy victimization world, I am NO ONE’s victim. I prefer to distract myself with humor. Because when life sets in you need something to pull you out.