Trash your self help books and embrace you for you.
This summer I made a bold and glorious choice to stop reading the self-help genre of books. I have fully embraced the world of fiction (trashy beach novels to be exact) and it has turned into everything I needed it to be.
I have found my love for escaping into a novel again.
I found my love for reading because reading books is sexy. Reading books that have tasks for me to do, lessons for me to learn and a healthy dose of ‘you are not good enough’ is not the vibe anymore.
When I was a kid I would go to the library and take out a stack of books. I would pedal home on my one speed bike as fast as I could. I would meticulously stack the books in the order I wanted to read them. I would settle into my twin bed in the room I shared with my 2 younger sisters and escape into whatever fantasy I had chosen for that week.
This continued throughout the entirety of my formal primary education.
Looking back on it now, it was an escape — at the time though, it was just what my introverted self knew as entertainment. I was too shy and too anxious to make friends and I was never allowed to go out. So I read, and read, and read.
Later on in life I got into some pretty heavy books about rampant drug additcion and partying which is a story for another time. But nonetheless, I lived out that dream throughout my 20ies.
Even into university I read so much — in particular, in the summers. I had a book collection from the gawds. I’d go home for the summer and bury myself in classic literature. I would spend all my extra money on books and then regret it come the school year.
I wanted to be a writer.
At some point though, and actually at multiple points in my life, I purged my collection to donate for someone else to read. Moving around a lot meant cleaning house to make moves easier.
If there was ever someone you might call the a gypsy — it is me, someone who has had more addresses than my age. As I got older I thought this was something that needed to be fixed. But also because this meant moving pretty frequently it meant I was cleaning out my little shelf of adventures …often.