I’ve wanted to write a book forever, I’ve wanted to call it the Diary of a Late Bloomer forever. Over time I’ve given up on that, perhaps, because I’ve started to bloom.
When the opportunity be a human book on the shelves of a Living Library arose, I jumped at it. They say the aim was to shatter myths, stereotypes and much more.
Who would want to spend their free time flicking through my pages? Would people even connect with what I had to say? What would I say? I committed myself to the full 2 hours with nothing but the title in mind and hoped for the best. I was pleasantly surprised.
How did it work? There were several “books”, people would choose a title from the library and be given a library card with a time to return their book.
Each of my readers had different connections to the title and the mutual curiosity allowed for conversations that could have easily tripled in length. There were conversations where I was like a child racing at a million miles an hour in open space before returning to the measured adult I’ve become.
I enjoyed every minute, from the first with the reader who passed their driving test in their early 50s, to the last person who ended up with me because of a mix-up. I’m thankful for the opportunity to share stories with other late bloomers and would happily do this again.
A version of this appears on https://www.upmen.co.uk/the-experience