When I started my journey of self discovery and personal development back in 1998, I was not a guy who liked reading. As a matter of fact, I didn't really care for it at all. And other than my spiritual study, I almost never read.
As a high school student, I was known to make up a book report or two. I have had to pay a big price for cheating the system, and if I had it all over to do again, I would certainly play by the rules. But my point is, I didn't like reading, and I'd do just about anything to avoid it.
It wasn't until I started reading books that had immediate application in my life that I began to enjoy reading. In the beginning, the books that really turned me on were books about getting rich. I didn't have any money and I wanted some, so the “How to Get Rich” books got me reading. And I loved it! And once I learned there were books out there that I actually wanted to read, that were enjoyable and wouldn't put me in a coma like my high school reading curriculum, I became a voracious reader.
For a season of my life, I would have stacks of books around my bed. I would finish a book every 1, 2 or 3 days. Sometimes longer, but I was devoting literally every minute of my discretionary time to reading, and could get through an average size book in 2-3 days.
I was like a crack addict, in a really good way. I wanted my fix. I needed my fix. Very few understood my obsession, and I've never really talked about it publicly, but I want to share it with you now.
Up to that point in my life, there was so much around me that said, “You're not enough.” Those of you who've read my story, know I wasn't doing well. But after I started reading the type of books I mentioned above, it was like there was a voice in the books calling out to me, saying things like, “You can do this! You can do anything you want! You are enough! Don't let anyone or anything tell you otherwise!” Every time I picked up the book, the “voices” in the book would reinforce my desire to be someone.
As a result of many failures in life, setbacks and disappointments, added to the fact that I was in high school for 6 years, and in college for 5, before I dropped out as a sophomore, I had major self-confidence and self-image problems. My life was in many aspects a total disappointment. There was no one or no thing celebrating my existence. My biggest accomplishment in those days was having a night at the restaurant where I earned $80 in tips, or maybe I sold the most “Awesome Blossoms” (a deep fried onion appetizer). Come to think of it, I think someone else who won that contest. Regardless, it had been years since I had a pat on the back for anything of real consequence.
When I finished reading my first “success” book in 1998, it was like I had awaken. Something changed in me… forever. I felt like I could be a winner. I felt like I had made a major stride in my life. I felt like I had accomplished something great. I felt like my life was going to get better. I felt validated. I felt good. And the rest is history. I've been like a crack-hag for the good stuff ever since.
Every time I finished a book, it was as if I could feel someone patting my back saying, “Good job! You're on your way! You are enough! You will be a somebody someday soon!” All of these “voices” (I don't see dead people by the way) created a self perpetuating feeding frenzy. When I opened a book and began to read, the voice said, “You're enough! You can do this!” When I finished a book, the voice said, “Good job! You're on your way!” I couldn't wait to pick up a book and read. And I couldn't wait to finish the book. The validation and self confidence I was enjoying as a result was incredible! I was pounding the books out, one by one, because doing so made me feel like less of a loser. I know, I know, harsh word but true.
Finishing a book back then was a major accomplishment for me in a time of my life where I really had little else going for me and it had been a very, very long time since I had any accomplishment to speak of. I felt so badly about who I was in those days, but as I read, I felt like I was gonna be ok, and that's the truth about why I read so much and so often. It was a precious, wonderful and even sacred time of healing and growth which has effected me in ways that I can not even put into words.
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