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change, and she wins so big!”
“You know she’s not perfect.” Kay was still making the face.
“The fact that she’s human, that she’s got flaws like the rest of us, that’s exactly what makes her perfect.”
Lainey piped in like she always does when Kay and I get snippy with each other. “You don’t have to convince me. I feel ya. I would love to move in with Oprah.”
“She’s got a bunch of houses, and they’re probably so big she wouldn’t even know I was there. If she would let me move in, adopt me for a while, I could have fancy gourmet meals, Bob Greene approved. I’d probably lose weight. I could play with her dogs since my place is too small to get my own dog. I could help with her gardens. I bet every bed has incredible sheets. My life could be filled with her favorite things, like she ha d on her show every year. Everything would be different. I definitely wouldn’t sit around and cry about how I wasted three-hundred and fifty dollars on a Kitchen Aid mixer that I no longer have a use for, or sit around bundled up in three layers of clothes because I’m worried about the gas bill. I could figure out what to do with my life.”
Kay said, “I hate to point out the obvious…” I was afraid she was going to rain on the parade in my head and say that Oprah isn’t trying to adopt me, but she didn’t. “If Oprah adopted you, or let you move in with her or whatever, she would probably give you a job too.”
We stayed up too late, drinking too much, and I realized I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want our escape to end. The next morning when we packed the car to leave, I was expecting the return trip to be typical, feeling like it takes so much longer to get home than it does to get somewhere good. To my surprise it went by faster. I thought Kay was just being bossy when she said that I should take what I wanted to find at Oprah’s house and find a way to incorporate it in my own life, but she had some really good points. She said if I wanted to play with dogs, I could volunteer at an animal shelter. While she drove and Lainey slept, I made a list of all the things I would like about living with Oprah. Obviously leaving out the best stuff like actually living with Oprah, the chef prepared meals, and the sweet -dream inducing fancy sheets, but keeping what I could manage on my own. I didn’t have a plan exactly, but I had a few ideas, which was more than I had on the ride down.
CHAPTER 6
Dear Oprah,
I think of what your life must be like and picture you surrounded by things that are lush and beautiful. In this month’s edition of O Magazine, there were pictures you had taken of your perfect lazy Sunday. There were gorgeous pictures from your house, things you love, including one of your dogs sleeping in the shade. I am ashamed to admit that I envy your dogs. I’m sure that their life is so much better than mine. I’m trying not to complain and be proactive. After seeing the show you had on The Secret, I’ve gone through another magazine (I would never cut out the pages of O) and clipped pictures of things that I want in my life so I can visualize what I want and bring it to me. Not every picture is a thing exactly. I took one from an ad for a beach resort, and although I would like to go there, it represents tranquility to me. My budget is too tight for me to get a nice cork board for the pictures like you had on the show, so I’m just putting them on a mirror.
Regards,
Cate
P.S. I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but I also put a picture of you on the mirror. It represents my search for an authentic life.
After creating my very own picture collage to represent what I want out of life, I felt so good that I tried to get Kay to make one too. She said she wants to fall in love, and I don’t see why the same principles wouldn’t work for her. She said that one silly Sanders sister is enough, but maybe she’ll change her mind when it works for me.
Since I need to stay
“You know she’s not perfect.” Kay was still making the face.
“The fact that she’s human, that she’s got flaws like the rest of us, that’s exactly what makes her perfect.”
Lainey piped in like she always does when Kay and I get snippy with each other. “You don’t have to convince me. I feel ya. I would love to move in with Oprah.”
“She’s got a bunch of houses, and they’re probably so big she wouldn’t even know I was there. If she would let me move in, adopt me for a while, I could have fancy gourmet meals, Bob Greene approved. I’d probably lose weight. I could play with her dogs since my place is too small to get my own dog. I could help with her gardens. I bet every bed has incredible sheets. My life could be filled with her favorite things, like she ha d on her show every year. Everything would be different. I definitely wouldn’t sit around and cry about how I wasted three-hundred and fifty dollars on a Kitchen Aid mixer that I no longer have a use for, or sit around bundled up in three layers of clothes because I’m worried about the gas bill. I could figure out what to do with my life.”
Kay said, “I hate to point out the obvious…” I was afraid she was going to rain on the parade in my head and say that Oprah isn’t trying to adopt me, but she didn’t. “If Oprah adopted you, or let you move in with her or whatever, she would probably give you a job too.”
We stayed up too late, drinking too much, and I realized I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want our escape to end. The next morning when we packed the car to leave, I was expecting the return trip to be typical, feeling like it takes so much longer to get home than it does to get somewhere good. To my surprise it went by faster. I thought Kay was just being bossy when she said that I should take what I wanted to find at Oprah’s house and find a way to incorporate it in my own life, but she had some really good points. She said if I wanted to play with dogs, I could volunteer at an animal shelter. While she drove and Lainey slept, I made a list of all the things I would like about living with Oprah. Obviously leaving out the best stuff like actually living with Oprah, the chef prepared meals, and the sweet -dream inducing fancy sheets, but keeping what I could manage on my own. I didn’t have a plan exactly, but I had a few ideas, which was more than I had on the ride down.
CHAPTER 6
Dear Oprah,
I think of what your life must be like and picture you surrounded by things that are lush and beautiful. In this month’s edition of O Magazine, there were pictures you had taken of your perfect lazy Sunday. There were gorgeous pictures from your house, things you love, including one of your dogs sleeping in the shade. I am ashamed to admit that I envy your dogs. I’m sure that their life is so much better than mine. I’m trying not to complain and be proactive. After seeing the show you had on The Secret, I’ve gone through another magazine (I would never cut out the pages of O) and clipped pictures of things that I want in my life so I can visualize what I want and bring it to me. Not every picture is a thing exactly. I took one from an ad for a beach resort, and although I would like to go there, it represents tranquility to me. My budget is too tight for me to get a nice cork board for the pictures like you had on the show, so I’m just putting them on a mirror.
Regards,
Cate
P.S. I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but I also put a picture of you on the mirror. It represents my search for an authentic life.
After creating my very own picture collage to represent what I want out of life, I felt so good that I tried to get Kay to make one too. She said she wants to fall in love, and I don’t see why the same principles wouldn’t work for her. She said that one silly Sanders sister is enough, but maybe she’ll change her mind when it works for me.
Since I need to stay
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