If I were friends with Oprah, I’d take her to the best hiking trails I know in Texas and California. We’d bring my dog and maybe one of hers as well. I’d bring a big floppy hat for her to wear plus oversize sunglasses so we could commune without interruption from her fans. I’d tell her about my fave new age books ( the ones she doesn’t already know about ) and my fave chick lit and YA books. We have lots in common as we both love nature and books and dogs and new age spirituality. I’d share my best dieting secrets ( not that she needs to change, just if she’s interested ) and we’d discuss whether there is any possibility at all that mermaids are real. Some where along the way, I’d thank her for her shows , which truly have changed my life for the better. We’d end our hikes with takeout Mexican food and margarita’s. That’s what I would wish for if I were friends with Oprah.
Definitely anonymity has been cover for my best adventures. I can be weird, silly, awkward on my own time, in my own space, without anyone placing expectations or judgments that last beyond the event. Is that a sad commentary upon the relationships I have with friends and family – perhaps. Or is it a wise practice to stretch beyond how my current tribes see me? Maybe so.