Oprah + me + zoom... i have thoughts

, I swear—one second, everything was normal.

My mentor, Jamie Kern Lima, was mid-sentence, pouring her heart into her live Worthy book launch.

It was Saturday morning.

I was nodding along, coffee in hand, absorbing the kind of wisdom that reaches into your gut and shakes something loose.

She was talking about worthiness—the kind that doesn’t come from titles, success, or outside validation, but the kind you decide to claim for yourself.

About stepping into the spaces we’ve earned, without apologizing.

About the deep, unshakable knowing that you belong.

And then, —just as Jamie’s words hung in the air, crackling with truth—

Something shifted on screen. A new box popped in.
No announcement. No warning. Just—
Oprah.

Wait, Oprah?! Like, actual Oprah?!

Materializing out of thin air like a billionaire fairy godmother—if fairy godmothers only appeared to personally alter the course of history.

And Jamie?

Her entire nervous system short-circuited.

She screamed. Collapsed. Full-body crumpled like an exhausted Victorian woman in a corset. (Relatable.)

The chat? Absolute mayhem.

Like someone had set a swarm of bees loose in a group text—each one screaming.

Messages flying so fast they blurred. Screenshots being taken at lightning speed. Memes already in production.

JAWS. ON. THE. FLOOR.

“IS THIS HAPPENING???”
“WAIT. WHAT.”
“OPRAHHHHH?!?!?!”
“JAMIE, ARE YOU BREATHING??”
“SOMEONE CHECK HER PULSE.”
“DO WE BOW? STAND? SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT TO DO.”
“DOES OPRAH KNOW I EXIST?!?”
“I NEED TO CALL MY MOM.”

And Jamie?

At one point, Jamie opened her mouth, searching for words.
Blinked. Tried again.
Silence.
Then, finally—a tiny, breathless wheeze.

The universal sound of a brain blue-screening.

And then, across the screen, I noticed a woman.

Mouthing “OMG” while aggressively texting someone like she had just been handed government secrets.

Same, girl. Same.

And me?

I have never felt more simultaneously INSPIRED and UNPREPARED.

Like I had just been personally handed the meaning of life—but forgot how to hold it.

Because WHAT. WAS. HAPPENING.

At some point, I must have put my coffee down.
Or maybe I didn’t.
It could still be hovering mid-air, frozen in time like a glitch in the matrix, defying the laws of physics like Oprah herself just did.

For a full two seconds, nothing moved. No one spoke. The world itself seemed to pause.

And then—just as the entire event teetered on the edge of a collective breakdown—Oprah spoke.

Her voice poured from my speakers smooth as honey and rich as generational wealth.

And the first thing she said?

"Breathe."

Silence.

BREATHE?!

Ma’am, with all due respect—WE JUST GOT OPRAH’D.

I mean… sure.

Oprah had just materialized out of thin air, detonated an entire Zoom call, left Jamie horizontal, and caused at least half of us to momentarily exit our own bodies—but yes, let’s all just breathe.

Jamie took a step back, hand on her chest, steadying herself like the ground had shifted beneath her.

One deep inhale. Pause. One deep exhale.
The world was watching.
And then—so softly it almost wasn’t there—she whispered it:
“I am worthy of this.”

Then again, louder.
Stronger now.
“I am worthy of this.”

And you could tell—she wasn’t just saying it. She was reclaiming it.

Because even in this massive moment—where Oprah literally just dropped into her Zoom unannounced—even after building a billion-dollar company, even after years of resilience, rejection, and grit…

She had to remind herself.

Out loud.

And then she said, almost in disbelief—“God can dream a bigger dream for us than we can for ourselves.”

Another deep breath.

She turned to Oprah and asked her to share about her experience of speaking with so many people and how the number one thing that they all struggle with was feeling unworthy.

And because she’s Oprah, of course she dropped a truth bomb that hit me straight in the soul.

After 4,561 shows. After more than 35,000 one-on-one interviews. After sitting across from the most powerful, brilliant, world-shifting humans of our time—

She discovered a pattern.

And yet—at the end of every single one of those interviews—

No matter who they were. No matter what they had achieved.

They all asked the same thing.

“Was that okay?”
“Did I do good?”

Beyoncé asked. After a full-on stadium performance.
Obama asked. After a presidential interview.

And what they were really saying was:

Did you hear me?
Did you see me?
Did what I say matter?

And suddenly, I saw it, .
We’re all just… waiting.

Waiting for someone to tell us we’re good enough—like it’s some kind of permission slip we can’t sign for ourselves.

Think about it.

✅ You crush a project at work… then immediately second-guess if it was actually that good.
✅ You hit “post” on something you poured your heart into… then refresh, waiting—watching—to see if anyone actually liked it.
✅ You sit in a room you EARNED your way into… and still feel like an imposter.

Even after all the effort. All the experience. All the proof…

And still—you wait.
For someone to say the words you’ve already earned.

Yes, . You did good.

Why?

Because we’re all just out here waiting for some invisible green light.

🚦 Permission to take up space.
🚦 Permission to trust ourselves.
🚦 Permission to believe we’re actually good enough—right now, as we are.

What if you just… stopped waiting?

What if, right now, you just decided?

That you were already enough.
That you were already worthy.
That you already belonged.

Because the truth?

That permission slip?

It was never coming from anywhere but YOU.

And it’s been sitting there this whole time, just waiting for you to pick it up.

But here’s the other truth—just because you don’t need permission doesn’t mean you have to do it alone.

Because rewiring years of second-guessing, waiting, and playing small?

That takes community.
That takes support.
That takes a space where you can step into your next level—not by force, but because it finally feels safe to be seen.

That’s exactly why I created The Glow Social Club.

Because this isn’t just about wellness.

It’s about showing up in your own life like you belong there.

🤍 Taking care of yourself because you’re worth it.
🤍 Saying yes to what makes you feel good—without overthinking.
🤍 Stepping into the energy of someone who already knows she deserves the damn room.

No more waiting.
No more invisible green lights.

Just you—owning what’s already yours.

And if that’s what you’re ready for—I’d love for you to be part of it.

I can't promise Oprah will show up—but I can promise you'll feel seen, supported, and celebrated exactly as you are.

Still waiting for Oprah to crash my Zoom next,

— Genta

P.S. Were you in this same live event?? If so, hit reply and tell me what your reaction was when Oprah appeared. Did you also stop breathing for a full 10 seconds, or was that just me?

P.P.S. If you’re new here and wondering how I ended up in Jamie’s world to begin with—it’s a wild story. It involves a billionaire, a gondola, and $15K. You can read it here.