The day I didn’t meet Oprah.

I like to think I’m a little bit psychic. For as long as I can remember I’ve had this sixth sense. I know when something will or won’t happen. I can see it and feel it. Will we be having sushi for dinner? Hmmm…. I can’t really see it. Will I win lotto? I can feel it {all $13.55 of it}. Usually I’m right.

When I heard that Oprah was coming to town, I knew that I would meet her. I could actually see it and feel it. I told my Ma and my Lil Sis that I was going to meet her, and they knew that I was too. I made a wish. I put it on my inspiration board, and then I signed up for tickets to her Sydney show {using an email address of each person in my family}. I even roped Big Sis in and told her to register for tickets, with me as her guest {of course}.

And then I waited. I stalked my inbox. I stalked my mum’s inbox. I stalked Lil Sis’ inbox. A day or so passed and then Oprah hit all three inboxes at once. Rejection.

I’m not gonna lie. I cried. I thought I was really going to meet her. I’d sensed it.

Big Sis messaged me, “I’ll get you those tickets. Somehow.”

Lil Sis {unbeknown to me} wrote to Oprah telling her how much I needed to meet her.

Ma comforted me, in disbelief herself.

I spent the past weekend amid Christmas parties, shopping & everything else hoping for an Oprah miracle. Hoping that she’d turn up at my door to say hello, or I’d see her driving along and she’d roll down her window to give me a thumbs up and wish me well.

I even stalked the Bondi Rescue crew on Twitter to find out when she’d be down at Bondi Beach so that I could meet Oprah herself. Heck, I even asked Hubby if he could somehow get me into the airport so I could see her as she got off the plane. No go.

As we did what we did over the weekend, Oprah was never far from my thoughts {especially with every second word on radio, TV and out of people’s mouths being… Oprah}. Every now and then {Hubby would say more than that} I would mention something about her.

“She’s fitting a lot into her time, isn’t she?”
“I wonder if the guests will get free stuff?”
“I bet she goes to Icebergs for lunch.”

As I picked up the Sunday newspapers I noticed she was wearing a beautiful kaftan, and I pointed it out to Hubby. “Doesn’t she look beautiful? Isn’t that a beautiful top?”

Hubby looked at me and patiently replied, “Yep, she does. It’s probably a Camilla top.”

“You know,” he continued, “There’s not one person in the world I’d be like this about. Not one.”

“Like what?” I asked, “I’m just talking about her.”

I thought about it and I didn’t need him to reply. If I could I would have camped out where ever she was. Kids and Christmas parties held me back. I was gutted I didn’t get tickets. I’ve watched her shows since I was a kid. I buy every O magazine. I have her DVD set.

I drove home on Sunday night a little bit heart broken. Oprah was mere metres from my house for lunch and holidaying in my home city. I didn’t meet her. I didn’t even see her.

And that will forever be the day I didn’t meet Oprah.

Is there anyone in the world that you feel this way about? Is there anyone that you’d love to meet?

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