I read countless brochures and paraphernalia. I had the pamphlets a long time and looked at them everyday, lying on my bed for what seemed like hours on end, gazing longingly at the glossy photos.
This is where it began for me. Dreams can stop being faraway things, the stuff of other people’s lives, and start to enter the daily world of what you do. It gave me a sense of purpose and belonging, pride in an otherwise banal existence of daily meat and potatoes around the family dining room table.
This, I thought, is how someone begins to live a dream. They open a pamphlet one day and suddenly know what needs to be done and sets about doing it –
making more pamphlets.