When I was in my twenties I did two things. I studied to achieve A's and I prayed to become Oprah. I recorded her show and I watched them over and over. In my early thirties I wrote to her so often I think I was put on a stalking list. This is true as legend has it.
A marvelous thing happened on my way to becoming Oprah, I became me. At some tipping point, some pivotal point in my psyche, I put down my "Dear Oprah" pen and I became what Oprah made room for...me to be me.
Rumors are aflutter that Oprah might run for President of the United States. I am 53 and she a decade older. The possibility exist that my lifetime idol might be President of these United States. In truth, I could really care less that she might run and actually win. Though if she were to officially enter the race you would hardly recognize me. Why? I would work as hard for her as I did Obama. And I lost many friends over Obama running.
I don't care about the ultimate win as much as the "win" pursuit. I care most about that young brown girl in Tennessee or Idaho or wherever watching the pursuit of it. Oprah pursuing the Presidency and what that single act might mean to her sidewalk, her classroom, her playground.
Go for it Oprah, I pinky up double dare you. I will be right there with you. I promise not to pen you my thoughts....well at least not every day.
Sister, La Detra