I watched the two-part celebration with all of the tears I anticipated last week but there was something I didn’t expect. I’m assuming they (‘they’ being the magicians who planned what may have been the most lovely going away party in history) meant to honor Oprah. I’m certain they intended us to remember. Probably, they even intended for those of us who haven’t been paying quite enough attention to learn about some of the extraordinary ways that Oprah’s money, time, and energy have shown up in the world to make a difference.
Now, perhaps it’s just the tradition: Girl watches Oprah and said girl gets a wake-up call. I mean, that’s what happens when you watch the show and it may just be my Pavlovian response to twenty-five years of Oprah ringing my bell, but honestly… I don’t think this was planned.
I felt Oprah Winfrey pass us the baton.
No, I don’t mean in the here-Christy-take-my-show way. I’m a life coach and writer who has dreamed about being “discovered” by Oprah, Dr. Phil type empowerment agent for the Wild Ones. (Yes, I even auditioned for a show on the new network, but didn’t get a call back.) While I am admittedly a little shaken by the sudden uncertainty around my “big break,” this ‘Aha! Moment’ wasn’t about that part of me.
This is about me, the every day woman who has absolutely no reason to believe she can change the world… except, that I know I must.