Oh dear. I’d written a lovely final post for F*K It. It was wise and wonderful, profound and witty. It’s now gone. Not sure what I did but I obviously didn’t save the draft. Oh well, F**K It – here’s a very hastily – and reluctantly – written post. Thing is, I don’t want F**k it to end. I really don’t.
I want to live in a F**K it world forever, preferably in Italy, drinking wine in the sun and listening to John and Gaia uttering funny, wise words which serve as an antidote to all the crap we listen to every day of our lives.
The crap that tells us that if we’re not pushing harder, doing more, striving to be thinner, fitter, richer, more successful, then we’re not doing it right.
As one friend put it, reading this book is like letting out a sigh of relief.
A couple of months ago I said F**K It to something quite major and I didn’t tell you about it because I worried I’d made a big mistake. I was worried that it was a sure sign that self-help had made me crazy.
In April I was offered a book deal and I turned it down.
I was offered something that I’ve dreamt of my whole life and said ‘No, thanks.’
So my month following The Secret by Rhonda Byrne is over and it’s been a weird one. I’ve written fake cheques, bought a dress that doesn’t fit me and cleared out half my wardrobe, in the hope that it brings my dream man. But I still haven’t really got my head around the whole Genie in a bottle stuff of asking for anything you want and believing that my wish is the Universe’s command.
As my friend Zoe says, ‘so can I ask for bigger boobs?’ Exactly! Would The Secret argue that the universe would increase Zoe’s bust to Pamela Anderson proportions if she just believed that it was so?
I do believe that anything is possible if you put your mind to it – but I don’t think it happens by magic.
Hello hello! Do I need to apologise again for my absence? This whole juggling real life and being a self-help disciple is challenging. Not in a bad way – I’m very, very happy – just busy.
Turns out I’m a very bad multi-tasker. I might do a productivity book one month but I’m not sure how exciting it would be for you to read my to-do lists.
Anyway I’m back and my next book is… drumroll please…. and a big welcome to…. [easyazon_link asin=”1847370292″ locale=”UK” new_window=”default” nofollow=”default” tag=”hemebl08-21″]The Secret[/easyazon_link]by Rhonda Byrne.
Now I’ve got to be honest, this book has brought out my cynical, scoffing, critical, miserable side.
First of all it’s brown and ugly. The pages look like they’ve had coffee spilt on them and they have this stupid scrolly font that’s trying to make everything look old and scholarly but in my humble opinion makes everything look naff and crap. Sorry if that sounds snooty. This book is also bringing out my snooty side.
Secondly, it costs £14.99 for a very small book. The Secret to getting rich indeed.
For anyone who doesn’t know, The Secret is one of the fastest selling self-help books of all time. Since it was published in 2006 it has sold 19 million copies and been raved about by Oprah, Will Smith and Nicole Kidman.