As your magazine has celebrated 10 years and your show 25, I think it is about time I said thank you.
I am now 35 years old, and have been reading O Magazine for the past 3 years, and watching when I can for the most of the 25. Your programme bounced around the British TV schedules, from channel to channel, then time slot to time slot, but when I needed you most, I found you.
Over the years I’ve learnt about neti pots, your favourite things and how to wear scarves to match the key pieces in my wardrobe. I’ve learnt that no-one is perfect, and the people that try the hardest, can fall the furthest. I’ve learnt that a heartfelt ‘Sorry’ will undo a lot, that owning and wearing your mistakes proudly is easier than trying to hide them, that I am allowed to live my best life, and anyone who tells me otherwise is trying to control me.
You’ve introduced me to Eckhart Tolle, Rev Ed Bacon, Josh Groban, Byron Katie, steel cut oatmeal, Peter Walsh, Elizabeth Lesser, Nate Berkus, Drs Oz, Roizen, Dyer and Phil, Michael Pollan, Taylor Swift and Martha Beck, all have enhanced my life, particularly the oatmeal. I took my husband to see Eckhart Tolle and Dr Phil when they came to Melbourne, loving that he got nearly as much out the evenings as I did.
Now about that bit when I needed you. My first marriage stopped, failed, utterly and miserably. Broken open, torn apart, I sat on a friends couch and wondered how I could go on. I lurched along my life, collecting pain and misery wherever I went, accumulating anger and resentment. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t function properly for months. Then I found a workable way to get through each day, and for the next year or so drifted along aimlessly, only thinking about work, not thinking about the pain inside me. You chose a book for your book club, and I found a way out of the noise and collateral damage inside my head. I worked my way through with highlighters and post it flags, it now looks like a rainbow of colours and confetti. The poor book has been read and re-read so many times it is nearly falling apart. But when I brought it, downloaded the podcasts and worksheets, it was like a life line. It literally yanked me back to shore.
How do I thank you? How do I thank Eckhart Tolle? The only way I know how. I try to live my best life, every day.
Wherever your OWN takes you, on this next part of your journey; when you wake up in the morning after your last show, know that there are millions of people all over the world who owe you so much. I for one, can never repay you. I am proud to have walked beside you along this journey, joining for the bits I could as the show was bumped around, but you’ve always shown up, upheld your side of the bargain. Twenty Five years, it’s a long time to wear your heart on your sleeve. Enjoy that lie-in, you’ve earnt it.
With lots of love,