A tiny slice of …inspiration

 

 

I am the type of person who seeks out the newest “self-help” book. I will recreate my life plan in my head after just one episode of Oprah and I have boards spilling at the seams with motivational quotes on Pinterest. Funnily enough, none of it really ever sticks.

A couple of days ago, held captive in my apartment for the fourth day in a row following a snow storm, I grabbed a book I’ve been meaning to read for the past 6 months.

“Ice-cream for Breakfast” by Laura Jane Williams at first glance already had everything that would naturally draw me to a book; a jazzy cover (check), the mention of food in the title (check) and the subtle promise of changing my life (check check!)

I made an obnoxious sized mug of tea, wound myself up in 2 blankets (it was really that cold) and started what I was unaware of would become one of THOSE books.

Without risking a complete spoiler alert, the main idea behind this book is embracing your inner child and reintroducing some of those wonderful child-like practices that we often forget about when we are older; dancing for the sake of it, doing things we like..just because we like them, saying how we feel and generally believing in ourself.

As someone with a cabinet full of Disney movies and who still might have a stuffed pig toy in her bed each night, I’ve always felt that I already openly embraced my inner child but having read this book, I’ve realised that I have fallen victim to the dreaded “adulting” and forgotten some of the essential simple things that keep us happy.

This book will not change your life in an instant, it will not cure depression, it won’t knock a stone off those scales or get you your dream job but what it will do is give you food for thought, a warm fuzzy feeling in your tummy and in my case, the startings of a new way of thinking about certain things. And that is just what I needed.

To celebrate, it’s a dull damp Monday evening and I am having breakfast for dinner… 6 year old Kate would be so proud!