A long time ago, I saw a famous person in a shop. He was a sportsman, tall, well built, wearing clothes that cost more than my house, and I immediately panned around to look outside and see if I could spot his car. There it was. Looking like a UFO had landed. To this day I don’t know what it was, but I’m guessing it was hand-made from the smelted down golden treasures of a thousand long lost empires. I wanted it. And I hated him for having it. I turned back to cast a glare of “who do you think you are, eh?” only to see that he had chosen a book from the shelf, on art, and was paying for it while chatting to the cashier, a young girl in college. He asked what she was studying, and she happened to reply “art”. He probed further and asked what she liked and didn’t like about her course, giving her advice on different art movements and authors to look up. He was genuinely a nice man, and I couldn’t hate him. And I hated that I couldn’t hate him. But that started something in me … self-improvement is free. Here’s how I do it.