Wednesday May 25th at 4pm USA Eastern time.
I was glued (such a funny description) to the television watching Oprah say "until we meet again."
When it is released for a seasonal special, please buy me a copy. No sarcasm either, I'm being honest. I found it captivating. So eloquent, confident, charming and damn honest.
My favorite message was validation.
I see you. I hear you. What you have to say matters to me.
For far too many years I have enjoyed conversations with Oprah in my bathroom or car.
Mainly celebrating the Oscar win for my movie, written by myself from the best selling novel, written by myself. Not many people realized in the movie either, that the woman in the Lycra sweat suit with buck teeth and bum to match, was actually me.Yes, I prefer to hide behind a funny character, I admit to Oprah, looking shy yet amazingly attractive.
In interviews I am always slim and always happy with shining hair. My message with Oprah was at first, humor, then hard work, then hard work and luck, then saying yes and then finally in these later years, it's never too late.
Now who do I have such dream conversations with? Who is left?
I wonder how many dreamers have chatted about their success in the bathroom, holding onto hair brushes as microphones, posing against the door for a glamorous photo shoot.
I wonder too if wanna bes in other professions do the same? Did Obama ever act out receiving the Noble Peace Prize in his bathroom? I wonder if Sarah Palin still does!
So farewell Oprah. Perhaps there will be another place for us to meet. In fact I will send you an invite to my bathroom for an inspiring chat. We can each have a hairbrush and pretend the flush of the toilet is applause.
It all starts with a dream on a bathmat, I guess.