The Week O Dreams Continues; Oprah, I Mean, Ms. Winfrey, Pays Me a Visit
My most recent dream did not involve a man, or love or exes.
Thank you, God!
My most recent dream involved me hitting the road and visiting a dear friend in the state of Ohio.
I managed to pull over on the side of the road and get into an argument with a coach of what seemed like a new version of the Bad News Bears. I couldn’t remember much.
But another part of my dream, or a second dream that sticks out in my mind is that I had a ten-minute meeting with Oprah.
That’s right. I was kicking it with The Mighty O.
She was just as splendid meeting her in dream life than I would have ever imagined in real life.
Yeah. Play that back.
Okay, so we are in a lovely room. Sunlight has entered. Lady O was wearing some soft, white top that I’m sure Olivia Pope, already has in her wardrobe. I’m sure.
Women with the confidence to wear delicate white clothing and not look afraid of dirt touching it all day inspire me. They are truly fearless.
Anyway. For some reason, I know I really only have ten minutes with Oprah, so I’m trying to make it count.
So, I keep it simple. I’m not asking her for a job, or a loan, or to send me to college. We are simply talking about books. We are specifically talking about “Twelve Tribes of Hattie” and while although she put her stamp of approval on it and made it apart of her book club, it left me feeling some kind of way and quite sad.
We agree to disagree on the awesomeness of the book, and I felt so at ease with Oprah. She was so awesome and gracious and present in the moment with me. She didn’t rush me, this was our time. She was all in. She wasn’t condescending or diva-like. She saw my humanity and we enjoyed our brief conversation.
Well, I felt really comfortable. Too comfortable. And I began to speak. I said, “Ms. Oprah…”
I was instantly stopped short. Oprah interrupted me.
Making one of her “honeychile” faces she looked me straight in the eyes and said, “No sweetie. Not yet. Ms. Winfrey.”
And she laughed.
And I had to laugh too. Totally embarrassed, thinking I committed the worst offense of all time, I think I managed a quiet, humble, “Yes, yes, Ms. Winfrey.”
Her smile and laugh was warm. She asserted herself to correct my misstep, but it was in a confident, kind, instructional way.
She did it in a way, not like a diva, or not like she was speaking down to me like a peasant.
It was wonderful.
But what I appreciated most was after her gentle, yet authoritative response was that she said, “Not yet.”
Does this mean, Opr… I mean Ms. Winfrey wants to actually speak to me again, where I can get to call her Ms. Oprah? Not Oprah, because I don’t even think Gayle can call her that. I just want to be able to like a good child, raised by Southern parents, refer to her lovingly as Ms. Oprah. It really is respectful. I mean it in a highly respectful, old school way.
Oh rapturous joy!
Does this mean Ms. Winfrey has taken an interest in me???
Oh what a dream!
There are a few things I can gather from this in real life, that I’ve been mulling over as I share this awesome story.
One, I have something in me that can be attractive to people from all walks of life. Humanity is shared, therefore from the youngest to the oldest, richest to the poorest, we can connect and we can learn and give and take something valuable from one another. Period.
When you walk into a room humbled by that fact, you can own that room.
I have some level of power and influence within myself that I haven’t tapped into… yet.
There was something so powerful and hopeful about that dream. Maybe I will meet Ms. Winfrey someday and she’ll think I’m awesome.
But I also learned something from the way Ms. Winfrey, in one sentence, spoke with such conviction into my life and hers, by saying yet… and by also reminding me of who she was in an authoritative, yet kind way.
It reminded me, one you can let people know who you are without being loud, or boisterous or saying, “Do you know who I am?”
Don’t be afraid to correct people when they have not earned the right to call you by your proper name. Don’t be a jerk, but when you know who you are, you can confidently let people know where they stand with you, without being offensive or coming off like you are better.
Be unapologetic. Let people know who you are. And know who you are so when people get it wrong, you can stop them right away.
I’ma say it one more time.
When you know who you are, correct folks right then when they incorrectly say who they think you are.
I got chills off of that.
That level of class speaks volumes of you and elevates others, because you took the time to respect them regardless of status or income or amount of power.
You can energize someone else “lower” than you, by showing them respect, giving them hope and showing that you share the same humanity.
I woke up this morning feeling like I could take on the world. Could you imagine if I actually met Ms. Winfrey? Lawd.
I’d just go ahead and run for president 2016 myself and really believe I could win.
“Lighthouse” by Fantasia (This is my latest, favorite positive jam.)