That’s how the story of how I discovered the person who would become one of my biggest life inspirations begins. This person would go on to help influence the words I wrote, the person I’ve become and the things that I chose to do.
At 17 I liked to think that I was someone who didn’t fall for marketing ploys. I liked to think that I was a girl unswayed by the things that surrounded me.
Mostly because marketing sometimes seemed like you were being tricked into wanting or buying things by people who wanted your money, like a sort of elaborate scam.
I wanted to believe that I was above that sort of thing but I can now admit that the perception I held of myself wasn’t true.
I was wrong.
Wrong because I felt myself pulled to pick up a book called ‘Free Prize Inside’. Turns out there was no actual free prize inside the book but it did change my life which is even better.
I used to love reading and I did it any chance I got. I’d stay up late with a torch reading a book under the covers until I could keep my eyes open no longer and as soon as I woke up I’d start reading again.
It was something so simple that brought me so much joy.
But the older I got the less I read. The time I used to spend reading was replaced by youtube, watching shows online and social media.
Now all of a sudden I’m in my twenties and read 100 times slower and it’s much harder to get engrossed in the books I read.
I think being on my phone and laptop, constantly switching between tabs and apps has trickled over into how I read. Reading is a calm thing that requires focus and time and I don’t give as much attention to those kinds of activities like I used to.
I miss the love of reading I used to have so I’ve decided to try and get it back.
I’m starting with reading to replace some of the time I’d spend watching shows and so far so good.
What was the last book you read?
In between listening to podcasts, laughing and reviewing information I got thinking about my book.
The book I believed I’d write when I was 9, the book I wanted to write at 15, the book I thought about starting last summer.
I really do think I could write a book even though I’m often daunted by the thought of it. It’ll be somewhere between self-help, social science and mystery.
Sometimes I think I haven’t lived enough to start writing a book but then again is there ever really a right time to start anything.
I know the answer.
The last thing I want to do is be that person wanting the same things I want now in 20 years time because I was too scared or lazy to pursue them.
I think I might start my book this summer.