Oprah - the beautiful, fabulous, philanthropic Oprah – did me dirty.
You know those aha moments Oprah has? The phrase actually made it into the Merriam-Webster dictionary in 2012. By definition, aha moments are: moments of sudden realization, inspiration, insight, recognition, or comprehension.
Oprah’s aha moments are sexy. Sometimes even R-rated! It begins with her sitting on her cushy over sized chair. Hair and makeup perfect. Manolos high as the sky. Lincoln Park After Dark nail polish gleaming as if its tacky to the touch. There she sits, engrossed in her guest, like it’s a private conversation and her viewers are simply voyeurs. As her guest finishes speaking, you see it coming. A look of sheer satisfaction appears on her face.
Yes! Yes! Oh! Right there! I’m about to… yes… YES! She blurts out excitedly – Ahhhaa! I just had an AHA moment!
Oprah’s aha moments come at us fast and forceful. She takes her guest’s complex theoretical idea and breaks it down into a simple, actionable solution. Somewhere in between hearing her guest speak and having her revelation, she manages to polish her aha moment so it glows as bright as her million-dollar baubles. Then she hands it to us to keep in our back pocket and gaze at whenever we need a spark of inspiration.
Here’s the real deal on aha moments: Ain’t nobody but Oprah havin’ sexy ahas.
Last week, I had an aha moment. A moment of clarity, a breakthrough. A realization. The answer to an issue that forever affected me. Unconsciously, I tried stuffing it deep down, hoping to suffocate it. Try as I might, it wouldn’t die. It persisted, affecting me on multiple levels.
Do you know what that aha moment looked like? It looked like this: Anger. Resentment. Provocation. Desperation. Expletives. Tears. Denial. Blame. Excuses. A pit in my stomach. An awakening. Accountability. Relief. Exhaustion. An internal vow to do something with this knowledge.
That, my friends, is a real woman’s aha. No disrespect, Ms. Oprah.
Most of it was super ugly. All of it was draining. Exhaustion to the point where even the following day I felt like I had a killer hangover. I don’t drink. I was mentally burnt out. That being said, I’m eternally grateful for my aha moment. It was an answer to a huge boulder I couldn’t scale. The aha provided insight into my thought processes, the mental crap that came up whenever said issue was in question.
It was an answer, not a full-fledged solution.
If I’m lost in a dark forest, my aha moment is akin to finding a flashlight. With the flashlight, I can see my map! My map isn’t the solution, though. I need to use it in conjunction with my other tools, notably my brain and my feet. An aha moment is powerful self-insight. It’s up to you to do something with it. It’s scoring a new tool to use whenever you feel the need.
When it comes down to it, an ugly aha is just as big of a breakthrough as a sexy aha. Embrace it in all it’s ugliness, knowing full well that the eternal enlightenment is worth the temporary pain.