The Cupcake Lady

There is a lady in my head that I call the cupcake lady. She is the humanization of my oratorical abilities. Here is what she looks like...

The cupcake lady wears heels and a knee-length straight skirt. She has on a pretty coordinating blouse, a tasteful necklace with matching earrings, and her hair is always done -- not a stray hair anywhere. For some reason she is Caucasian, sometimes blond, sometimes brunette -- go figure that one out, shrinks! The cupcake lady lives in a sunny home with wood floors and a big beautiful kitchen, complete with an island where she prepares her cupcakes. It's almost always 10 o'clock in the morning in her world. She has beautifully prepared cupcakes all ready to go bless someone else's life. Not just out-of-the box with frosting out-of-the can smeared on top cupcakes. No, these cupcakes are beauties: Elegantly piped frosting, delicate flowers, cutesy animals, works of art! She must have labored over them for hours preparing them, adding details and, of course, love. The cupcakes are arranged, sometimes on a hand painted ceramic plate, sometimes in a big rectangular Tupperware cupcake container. The cupcake lady, designer bag on her arm, sunglasses perched on her perfect 'do, keys in hand picks up the plate/container/etc and gracefully makes her way down the hallway, opens the front door, and BAM! trips on the thresh hold. Cupcakes everywhere! On her clothes, on the porch, on her nose, the neighbor's cat! Ceramic plate in pieces, scattered on the sidewalk -- BIG HUGE MESS!!

This is how I feel when I talk. My words are the cupcakes (sometimes it's just a cake on a metal/crystal cake stand but most often cupcakes). Coherent sentences just waiting to happen. Years of vocabulary lists standing attentively, eager for the opportunity to share themselves. A heartfelt message just wanting to be shared with others, to bless their lives. Then they reach the door of my mouth, trip on the thresh hold of my tongue, and just collapse out of me and hit the ears of whoever is listening in a jumbled mess.

Is it because I had to teach Sunday School and Relief Society (Women's' organization in my Church) today that the cupcake lady is dancing in and out of my vision? Must be.