A few weeks ago I heard about Oprah going on tour to literally give people their lives. Her first stop was Atlanta. I knew that was something I couldn’t miss.
After discovering the price of the cheapest tickets, which was $250, and unsuccessfully persuading my boss into paying for me to go as a company representative, I let the idea go.
The first day of Oprah weekend arrived and I was absolutely devastated that I had not put forth more energy into attending. I had a co-worker who had purchased tickets and he was thrilled about attending. My social media quickly blew up with Oprah’s hashtags. I felt left out of getting the life I wanted. I knew I couldn’t afford a plane ticket and hotel room to catch her in another city, so Saturday was my only chance to even be in her presence again (I was lucky enough to attend a rally she had with Michelle Obama during the 2008 democratic campaign run).
On Friday night, I set my alarm for 7am. The conference started at 9am. I sent a text to my coworker to see if it was worth the hype. He said it was everything and that he was heart-broken that he couldn’t attend Saturday’s workshops because he had to work. I went to sleep assuming I had hit the jackpot.
The only problem was, he was looking to recoup the money he had spent. Anyone can understand that. I just didn’t budget for the conference, which is why I wasn’t going in the first place. Who could sell a $125 ticket overnight? Nobody.
I woke up at 7am and called my coworker and his price came down to $80, still too much for me. I offered him $40, which I took out of tithes I had set aside. He settled. I got dressed for a picture with Oprah and was about to head out the door when he hit me back and said, someone from Craigslist bought the ticket.
I had a decision to make, I could get back in the bed and wish or I could go down to the arena and pray for a scalper. I grabbed my keys.
I hit up my ticket connect to see if he had anything leftover. I was willing to sit in the bathroom if I could just listen to the speakers. He said he would meet me at the arena and help me get a ticket. When we got there, there were no scalpers. He sent me into the CNN center to get breakfast and before I could put my jelly on my chicken biscuit, he had a seat for me! FOR FREE!
Before I knew it was meditating with Oprah and Deepak Chopra, something I do daily via my iPad, only this time I COULD SEE THEM. I guess there are a few morals to this story: 1. You can’t sit around and wish for something to happen. You have to get up, go out and make it happen. 2. You have to be willing to let go of a good opportunity to get the one God has for you, which is always better. 3. Don’t spend your tithes on yourself. The rest is in my notes, which I will gladly share with you if you leave your email address in the subscription box on my contact page.
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