It’s over…Oprah Day is sadly behind us, Oprah has left our Country & most of us have forgotten the original pronunciation of The Oprah House. She loved us sick & we loved her sick back. And despite a minor hiccup-the near fatality of our national treasure: Hugh Jackers, all appeared to go splendidly; Sydney turned it on like a charm; Gail & O seemed to be having the time of.
God, I would have loved to have met up with those two & just chewed the fat (mull over things; swap stories) over a few bevs (beverages of an alcoholic nature) & just hung (be). Gail looks fuun (really fun) & if we can’t get her hooked up here; where can we? I ask you? I mean she’s a bloody catch & half plus Oprah’s best friend to boot. Hell, I think I want to be Gail...who doesn’t.
Having grown up with Oprah; I’ve laughed with her, cried with her, yo-yo dieted with her; learnt how people live in other parts of the world, I've been transported by life stories of incredible endurance & heart; she has made me want to contribute (I now have a Congolese sister) & reminds me by example to really appreciate what I have …I mean it was not unusual for me to start a sentence with …” You know I was watching the Oprah Show the other day &...” So I gotta tell you; I was absolutely devo (devastated) to not be part of the 12,000 stoked (elated) fans that walked on air with their pink wristbands towards the Oprah House on Tuesday. Devo!!
I only had myself to blame, I lamented as I wistfully watched the teeve while Oprah took to the stage with mass vitality, exclaiming her love for “Osstralia” to a screaming throng of thousands; the love was palpable…
If I had have been living my best life, maybe I would have registered on time & had a chance or if I was just being my authentic self (actually I think I was being my authentic self) I would have entered my 50 word competition entry to 7pm Project as to why I deserved O tickets, before the closing date (it was so in the bag: had already visualized my win & how I would surprise Mum…it would have been the best day of our life).
So, what would Oprah do in a situation like this? Would she mope around, calling at regular intervals her other depressed friend: “I told you…we should have registered…” Or would she learn from this missed opportunity? I think we know the answer to that one peeps…
I’ve got to stop procrastinating, stop be a scaredy pants (living in fear) & take life by the horns; dive in the deep end. I can’t forever be the bystander thinking, “If only…” And more importantly, I need love the fact that I’ve have already won the lottery of life: I live & was born in “Osstralia!” Damn straight!
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