A few years ago I decided to improve myself physically and mentally. I did that by setting a couple of new year resolutions. One was to exercise regularly, the other was to read a book a week. The exercise part didn’t go so well because on 1 January, I went for my first walk and stepped on a branch that punctured my leg. But my plan to throw myself into reading was much more successful.
Later that year I was on a long train trip from Sydney to Melbourne with a friend and told him about my reading goal. I was pretty stoked with how well I was going and was excited to talk about it. I didn’t think this was particularly interesting chat to anyone else on the train, so I certainly wasn’t worried about anyone eavesdropping.
