Three Things I’d Tell My Younger Self (E-Story). Joanna Cannon
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Название: Three Things I’d Tell My Younger Self (E-Story)

Автор: Joanna Cannon

Издательство: HarperCollins

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СКАЧАТЬ ARMSTRONG, LITERARY AGENT, C+W AGENCY

      1. Please don’t allow shyness to get in the way. You miss out on some incredible opportunities to meet iconic people and do once-in-a-life-time things all because you felt too shy to step forward. Put that feeling in a box and go forth and conquer!

      2. That friend you adore? Keep him close. It may be an impossible situation but try to find a way, because 20 years later you’ll still miss him.

      3. Tips for uni: Jacob’s Cream Crackers are not diet biscuits; DO NOT let that woman cut you a fringe; and remember night-time is for sleeping, daytime is for working, not the other way around (#Insomnia).

       HANNAH BECKERMAN, AUTHOR and JOURNALIST

       1. You’re not the only one who feels the way you do

      Everyone around you seems so happy, content, confident. They seem comfortable in their own skin in a way you don’t. You imagine that you’re the only person in the world who feels unhappy, depressed, unsure of herself. Trust me: you are not. Some people are just better at hiding their insecurities than you are. And you’re so adept at hiding yours that many people look at you and have no idea how you’re really feeling. But in time, you are going to find people to trust with these feelings. And even though they may never disappear altogether, you’ll find that their power over you lose its hold once you dare to acknowledge them, articulate them, and share them.

       2. Ditch the friends who make you feel rubbish

      There’s always one (or two, or three). Those friends who make you feel like you’re not worthwhile. The ones who make you feel ugly, stupid, unlovable, unloved. They make comments that are supposed to be funny but are actually belittling. When you tell them something good that’s happened to you, they’ve always done something better. In groups, they talk over you, steal your punchlines, make you feel invisible.

      Ditch these people from your life. They’re not friends. Your only purpose in their lives is to help smother their own insecurities. Your time – your value – is too great for that.

      Seek out people who are genuinely happy for your successes. Who listen when you need to talk. Who care about who you are and how you feel.

      And when you find those people, hold on to them, treasure them. Because they will be your friends for life.

      PS: This goes for partners too. And family. Just because someone’s related to you by blood or marriage, doesn’t mean you have to tolerate nonsense from them. You don’t have to tolerate it from anyone.

       3. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself (Mary Schmidt)

      You look around you and everyone seems to be doing better than you. They’re getting better exam results (apparently with no revision whatsoever). They are prettier, thinner, more popular, more successful. They’re luckier than you: opportunities seem to fall into their lap. In time they will have jobs, homes, holidays that seem so much more impressive than yours. In comparison you feel less successful and, consequently, less happy.

      Comparing yourself to other people will never make you happy.

      Run your own race.

      Don’t just look above you, at people achieving more than you. Look around you; at your peers, at those who are aspiring to do things you’re doing, and perhaps you’ll see that you’re not doing too badly after all.

      The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself. In years to come, you are going to have this pinned above the desk where you write every day: both as a reminder that you are doing the thing you love and therefore it’s immaterial what anyone else is doing; and as an acknowledgement that the only person who needs to be happy with the race you’re running is you.

       ANN BISSELL, PUBLICITY DIRECTOR, COMMISSIONING, THE BOROUGH PRESS

       1. Dear Bissell aged 17

      Your mom tells you to play the game but you don’t understand why you should. So you are angry and disruptive and asked to leave school. You will still get your grades but why make life so difficult for yourself? Later, little one, you will discover that playing the game means challenging from within.

       2. Dear Bissell aged 29

      Oh you poor broken-hearted thing, putting all that love in the wrong place. You can’t change people. This is a lesson you will have to learn over and over again.

       3. Dear Bissell aged 35

      A tough year for you. But you will dig deep and you will be very proud of yourself. Being with someone at the end of their life will change yours. You will learn that you are strong and kind and much loved, and that your family are the best people in the world.

       DR SUE BLACK, author of SAVING BLETCHLEY PARK

      Dear Sue

      I’m writing this as a 56-year-old woman with four fab children, and almost three lovely grandchildren (number three is due in a few weeks’ time). I’ve had an ‘interesting’ life, many ups and downs. My mum died when I was 12. That was really awful. My dad remarried and then I couldn’t wait to leave home, I wasn’t happy. I couldn’t be myself. I left home at 16. I had five O levels (old-fashioned GCSEs) and tried to stay on to do my A levels but it was too hard – I was working evenings and weekends to pay rent. I left school after two terms of A levels and got a job working for the local council. I hated it. It was a lot of filing, putting cardboard files in alphabetical order. I used to joke that I could have done that job before I went to school when I was four, because I could read then and knew my alphabet.

      When I was 17 I got a job working in London with refugees from Vietnam. I loved it! I used to look after little kids all day and hang out with the teenagers in the evening. It was such fun. I learnt basic Vietnamese. When that place closed I moved to another centre for refugees. I took people to the doctor and dentist when they arrived in the UK. I spent my 18th birthday there.

      I decided I needed a career. Nursing was the only thing I could think of – both my parents were nurses. I started the course, and hated it. Somehow I stuck it out for a year, I think mainly because I didn’t know what else to do. Eventually I left. I got a job working for a record company, in the accounts department. I loved and still love maths.

      At 20 I got married and then had three children in just over two years. I had my daughter Emma and then twin boys, Samuel and Oliver. They were gorgeous and still are.

      After that my marriage broke down. We lived in a women’s refuge for six months, then started life again in another part of London. It was hard but we did it. We lived on benefits for a while, then I started studying. I went to college, then uni. I did a degree, then a PhD. Then I became a lecturer, a senior lecturer, then a head of department.

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