Celebrating and Owning my 50th Birthday- Just like Oprah Did
Only During a Worldwide Pandemic
Seventeen years ago, I was 33 and the year was 2004. A highlight of my day was watching the Oprah Winfrey Show. I set it to the number one position to record on Tivo, insuring nothing superseded it so I didn’t miss one. I’d look forward to the time I could put my baby down for a mid-day nap to watch the day’s previous episode. Or I’d watch that day’s episode in the evening after putting my baby down for the night. Sitting cross-legged on my couch, I’d give my full attention to my hero on the small screen. Oprah was my teacher who loved teachers and I was a teacher. She made me think, feel inspired, consider possibilities, smile, be moved to tears, and dream big. She was the wise sage with an inviting smile who inspired me to read. I would create a book club with a handful of incredible women friends I’d collected from my life offering me mental stimulation and life support when I feared losing myself to the great responsibility of new motherhood.
With each new episode, I was reminded it’s ok to feel deep emotions and not to run away from them. Oprah showed me the importance of supporting other women and to see how strong we can be when we are given opportunities, room to grow, and a sense of purpose. She showed me by example, how one person can make an enormous difference and to…
