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October 2011 (174 posts)
Last nite before the webcast I was exhausted and blurry-eyed from Africa jet lag and then became so energized from our conversations with Iyanla and all of the "angry" people. I was up past midnite tweetin'. Every night new insights, but tonight "You Become What You Believe" will be especially helpful I think, to people feeling blocked.
Wishing and hoping and wanting isn't good enough. You've got to believe THEN have your every action move you in that direction. Actions have to be in alignment.
Hope to see you for Lifeclass at 8/7 central, then LIVE on the webcast afterwards. That's when the real party starts.
And don't forget the Daily Life Work on Oprah.com. It's really thought-provoking.
And, yes, it is private just for you.
You Become What You Believe.
Thanks, see you tonight.
When we find ourselves chewing over a big personal issue--How can I stop smoking? Am I a shop-a-holic? How can I get out of debt?--one of the things that feels almost as good as getting an answer is finding out that we aren't the only one asking this question. Just as misery loves company, so do the curious. On Ask Oprah's All Stars (the second season starts next Sunday, October 16th), we get both to meet other people who share our dilemmas, and receive helpful answers from Dr. Phil, Suze Orman and Dr. Oz. And in some situations (like in the clip below), we're more than happy to let someone else do the asking for us. Check out how the all-star panel decided to address this man's issues with tipping:
Find out what else people are wondering about--and how this troika responded to life's little quandaries.
Season 2 of Ask Oprah's All Stars premieres Sunday, October 16th at 9/8c on OWN
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Even those brides who have been envisioning their dream wedding since childhood can become overwhelmed by the details (Fondant or buttercream? All-white paper lanterns or a rainbow assortment?). Most women know that it's the marriage that matters and the wedding is just a big party.
Still, it feels like the stakes are sky-high to make it the best big party ever. That's why the premise of the new OWN series Don't Tell the Bride is intriguing. Cash-strapped engaged couples get $25,000 to put together their ideal wedding, with a catch: the groom has to do everything without the bride's consent...or her knowledge. We're thinking that this could actually be pretty brilliant. Maybe the groom will feel less pressure to do everything perfectly, and won't agonize over every little decision, resulting in a day that makes his beloved weep with gratitude and relief. Or...maybe he'll be just as obsessive as she would be, or, worse, worry about all the wrong things, and do such a shoddy job that his fiancée will decide to call the whole thing off.
That's what the poor guy in the clip below is worried about, and after hearing his take-charge fiancée describe how she feels when things don't go her way, we're thinking his concerns might be valid. What do you think? Can he pull it off? We'll be tuning in next Saturday to find out.
Don't Tell the Bride premieres Saturday, October 15th on OWN at 10/9c. Find OWN on your TV.
Every day there's a new question linked to that night's episode, and you can post your answer and read other viewers' comments on cards pasted onto this virtual space. Today's question ("What do you really believe about yourself?") already has hundreds of answers, including Callie C who says that "I will become content with who I truly am" and Hannah W says that she believes "I will become less afraid, step by step."
This is your opportunity to answer a specific question that will help you look at the Oprah's Lifeclass lesson in your own life, take inspiration from others and see things in a new way. Plus by posting your thoughts on this place of support, you have the chance to be featured in one of the webcasts that airs every night after Oprah's Lifeclass.
Tune in at 8/7c for tonight's class, and then start sharing by answering the question on Oprah.com.
Changing one aspect of your diet, one day a week, could change the world.
Try a new fruit. Print a photo. And 28 other easy ways to feel brand new every day.
Does Photoshop damage girls' self-esteem? This group wants it outlawed.
Comforting the parents of artists everywhere—A one-of-a-kind festival provides health care in exchange for art.
The Life Lifter: Burn survivors take it upon themselves to create a PSA to benefit other victims of serious burns.
Then, last week, as reported by the LA Times blog, NASA announced it would soon start accepting applications for its next class of astronaut candidates, some of whom will be selected from the civilian world. Bad economy got you down? Here's one job application that's worth rustling up some references for! Duane Ross, manager for astronaut candidate and training selection for NASA, told the LA Times that applicants don't have to be in perfect shape: "Once they get here, we'll torture them and make them fit." Fun! He also said that while NASA wasn't sure how many students would be accepted, "The only guarantee I can give you is that, if you don't apply, you won't get in."
The second-grader in me is screaming "Do it! Apply! Include a diorama to impress them!" Okay, so I don't quite make the cut physically. (They require you to be at least 5"2 and have 20-20 vision.) Also, apparently they are looking for people with a BA in engineering, science, or math, and, um, extensive experience flying high-performance jet aircraft. But the point is that (almost) anyone can apply and that some of these people are going to become astronauts. In an economic climate stormy with "no"s, it's refreshing to remember that your dream job could be out there, waiting for you. Who knows, someone might be out there looking for a new ballerina-firefighter-doctor-kitty. And there's only one thing we know for sure: if you don't apply, you're not going to get it.
Get closer to your dream job:
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A day in the life of Oprah.
Every week, we'll be letting you know about new releases the editors at O and Oprah.com couldn't stop reading. On sale today, the novel:
By Colson Whitehead
Imagine this: Michelangelo drawing a graphic novel where exquisitely painted super-hero angels rule reality. That in a nutshell is what novelist Colon Whitehead has chosen to do by writing a zombie novel—apply his virtuosic literary talents to a horror genre novel—except that, the novel is anything but genre and the horror revolves around the same kind of thinking that has produced thought-provoking post apocalyptic novels such the The Road.
Our narrator is one Mark Spitz who works as a sweeper, cleaning out a Manhattan building of "skelts" (i.e., flesh-eating zombies) or what are known as "stragglers" (individuals stuck in a particular moment in time, say, making copies at their office or inflating party balloons) all of whom were infected with a plague several years prior. As he and his team work on reconstructing the city in order to make it habitable again, he thinks about his past (our present) society, reflecting on everything from sitcom stars' haircuts to chain eateries with fake memorabilia to leather sectionals in the average American living room—not to mention how "public relations" shape our collective view of the world (sadly, PR still has a place in this ash-covered universe). As witty and spot on as this commentary is, however, it's Spitz's moments of reflection that elevate this story into the compelling. How has he survived when so few others have? And what is it about living that people all prize so much, even in the face of total destruction? "It happened every so often that he recognized something in these monsters, they looked like someone he had known or loved," writes Whitehead. Humanizing even your human-eating enemy—it's a point so clever it's almost funny. Except that it makes you re-think how we look at our non-zombie foes, the ones in real life who we sometimes have such trouble understanding as, well, human.
I don't mean to sound like a middle-aged, significantly less green Yoda, but it's true: Anger is usually not anger. I, for one, am the first to get furious when somebody I love gets really sick (yes, live long enough and your friends get cancer). I yell at their nurse, their acupuncturist, my husband, and—once a month—the poor bewildered Verizon customer representative who has the temerity to suggest that my obscene phone bill is due to my out-of-control texting habit. Let me add: my language can get a bit salty.
Which is why I found this video, staring the likes of Bono, Jessia Alba, and George Clooney so worth considering.
For the rest of the day, I'll be thinking about the 30,000 children who have died (please, I beg you, go to the One website now) due to famine in three months. By bleeping out the celebs, it makes the point that the real dirty word is "famine" and that famine should be—and must be—censored from the future of this planet.
But the video also got me thinking about the more traditional F-word, the one the celebs appeared to be throwing around with reckless abandon to express their outrage about what is happening in Africa. What they really were was upset—that this could happen, that people could stand by and let it continue—and they were using that feeling to try enact some change in the larger world.
Ow. I was forced to realize, once again: My curse-studded fury neither helps others nor get to the root of what is going on with me. It's corrosive, it's immature, and it only results in making customer service representatives hang up on me while pretending to transfer me to pretend supervisors.
So what if we re-think the whole modern language of anger? What if what we said, more closely reflected the emotion underneath or behind or fueling the rage? For example, we could get together as culture and officially exchange the F-word for the H-word. When something when horribly wrong, you could get as mad and mean-sounding as you felt. You could glare at old ladies and scream at puppies. But you could not say "F—you!" Instead you had to say "H—me!"
The H-word comes with certain setbacks, of course, such as that its use may dispel the fury you're trying to express, because—if I may be so crass as to utter our new curse out loud—the fact is that "help!" is a clear admission of being overwhelmed. And unlike the classic F-bomb, it does inspire the listener to do exact as we command.