Marianne was in the bathtub when she got the call. It was back when we all had physical answering machines so she could hear the message come in. “Oh, Marianne, you’ve done it again. You know, I like this one even better. I’d love to have you on the show.” The voice was unmistakable. It was Oprah Winfrey.
Marianne Williamson’s heart dropped. Her face flushed.
My breath is short. I am trying to get enough air. I am panicking.
I want to go to back to school badly but when I see the price of the plane ticket, I feel like I can’t breathe. How will I afford this 5 times a year? Will I go into debt? Will I ever be able to get out? Will I ever be able to start saving for retirement? Will I end up alone, desolate, broke on the street?