In the middle of my vision board, which towers over my creative workspace, is a large image of a vibrant and colourful O. And for anyone who knows me, knows for sure that it can only relate to one thing: Oprah.
For as far back as my memory stretches, she has been “my chosen one”. The first person I’d pick if I had to name anyone, dead or alive, to have as a guest at a dinner party; the one I’d choose to trade places with for the day just so that I could experience the wonder of being as wise and whole as she, and the one I’ve been obsessed with for so long thanks to her gift of bequeathing to me so much wisdom, solace and inspiration in all of her teachings. Her books adorn my bedside table and take prime position on my shelves and my Foxtel IQ is brimming with every episode of her current slew of shows she has on her OWN Network. In fact, it was while I was watching one particular show that I learned of this “second coming” and it truly felt like fate. Literally only days before I lamented quietly to myself, as I watched her whip a crowd into a frenzy in her LifeClass tour, how bucket-list worthy it would be to attend something as spectacular as that.
And sometimes my friends, that is all it takes.
The universe is always listening. It is always waiting to present you with a little miracle gift when you need it. And in my case, after a particularly trying month, where it felt like I was slipping back into the black abyss I’d previously worked so hard to escape, serendipity whispered to syncronicity, kismet called upon its friend fate, and that single, stray thought collided with the desire I’d projected on my vision board.
Result? I will get to bask in Oprah’s wisdom, drink in her energy, and soak up her wealth of spiritual and emotional knowledge she offers us in a mere few months time (144 sleeps to be precise, but hey, who’s counting?!). Hell, I couldn’t care less if she merely stood on stage a recited nursery rhymes for a full hour. I’d be in her sacred presence, and my vision board would be rejoicing in its success.
So whatever your dream may be, can I humbly suggest you start your own vision board and pin that special hope someplace prominent so that you see it every.single.day? I can’t promise you how long it will take to come to fruition, but I can attest to miracles and visions being brought to life. And oh boy, it is one sweet tasting experience you do not want to miss!