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Hi, My Name is Blank and I’ve Got a Self-Help Addiction
Yep, Me Too
I’d started off my morning by writing about Kevin Hart. I delved into his life. I understood his childhood and where it all started for this now incredibly wealthy man. I became familiar with his relationships, his motivation, his passion, his creativity, his drive. I listened, read, watched with admiration.
What he’d achieved at such a young age is commendable. However, as I did, I felt myself get a strange sense of envy.
As I delved into the dates at which he’d first stepped onto the comedy stage I couldn’t help but compare what I was doing at that age. As I read further about him starting to get some traction, bigger gigs, larger crowds, more attention. Again, I’d pan back to my own life.
Oh so by the time Kevin was selling out shows, I’d just started my graduate scheme…right. In fact, I was still in University at that time and Hart's had landed his first break in the acting world.
By the time he featured in Scary Movie I was still living at home with my parents, struggling stay awake enough hours in the day to make it home from work.
Now, 40, he’s an actor, comedian, producer, business owner, story-teller. I can’t help but…
