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‘It’s easier to dismiss someone as “lucky” than it is to admit that the power for change lies within the individual. By calling someone “lucky” you diminish their achievement, and the need to do that often comes from a place of insecurity. Believing in luck absolves you of personal responsibility. Whatever you do in life, whatever your goals, it’s important to make active choices.’
She looked into the camera.
‘If you’re feeling dissatisfied with your life, find a piece of paper right now and write down all the things you wish were different. You don’t like your life? Do something about it! You envy someone? What do they have that you don’t? How do you want your life to look? Deciding that is the first step to redesigning it.’
Rochelle was nodding. ‘Your last book, Choice Not Chance, changed my life—and I know I’m not alone in that.’
‘If you have a personal story we’d all love to hear it…’
Gayle drew in the audience, as she would if she were speaking to them live. She knew that right now, in living rooms and kitchens across the nation, women would be glued to the screen, hoping for a magic bullet that would fix their lives. Phones would go unanswered, babies would go unfed and unchanged, doorbells would be ignored. Hope would bloom, and a brief vision of a different future would blast away fatigue and disillusionment.
Gayle knew that once the interview ended most would just sink back into their own lives, but right now they were with her. They wanted to be inspired.
‘Hearing people’s personal experiences can be motivational and uplifting for everyone. My approach to life is relevant whether you run a household or a corporation.’
‘I ended a relationship.’ Rochelle gave a nervous laugh, as if surprised that she’d actually admitted that on prime-time TV. ‘After I read the chapter Obstacles to Ambition, I wrote down everything that might stop me achieving my goals and the guy I was seeing was top of the list. And that chapter on auditing friendships…? Decluttering your contacts…? Brilliant! Asking yourself, How does this relationship bring me closer to my goals? And I wanted to ask you, GM, is this something you’ve done yourself?’
‘Of course. My books are basically a blueprint of the way I’ve lived my life—but it can apply to anyone’s life. The main takeaway from Choice Not Chance is to challenge yourself. Brave New You focuses on confronting our innate fear of change.’
There. She’d slotted in a mention of the book, and because it was live it wouldn’t be cut. Her publisher would be pleased.
‘I want all women—from the barista who serves me my coffee every morning to the woman who manages my investments—to feel in control of their destiny.’ She gave the camera an intense look. ‘You have more power than you know.’
Rochelle leaned forward. ‘You’re famous for saying that no one can have it all. Have you made sacrifices for your career?’
‘I’ve made choices, not sacrifices. Choices. Know what you want. Go for it. No apologies.’
‘And you’ve never had any regrets?’
Regrets?
Gayle’s world wobbled a little. How well had this woman done her research?
She sat up a little straighter and looked at the camera. ‘No regrets.’
And just like that the interview was over.
Rochelle flashed G
ayle a smile. ‘Thank you.’
‘You’re welcome.’ Gayle stood up. ‘How did you get your start in TV?’
‘I applied for a ton of things after college but had no luck with anything.’ Rochelle was relaxed and chatty now the interview was over. ‘Then I was offered an internship at the studio. I shadowed a reporter, and then they let me present a little because they thought I looked good on camera. So I suppose you could say I fell into it.’
Gayle winced. You fell into snowdrifts and cowpats—not jobs.
‘Today is a crossroads for you. Doors will open. I hope you walk through them.’
‘Thanks, GM. I’m never going to forget today.’ Rochelle glanced at the crew and then back at Gayle. ‘We need a few photos so we can promote the interview on our site and social media. Is that okay?’
‘Of course.’ Gayle walked to her bookshelves and posed in what she knew was the most flattering position, careful that both her books were in the shot, face-out.
Did they know that today was her birthday? No, why would they? Her digital team had scrubbed all mention of her birth date from the internet, so her age was shrouded in mystery. Birthdays slid past like the seasons—unmarked and frankly unwanted.
The photographer glanced around him. ‘Could we have a photograph with the award?’
The award?
