LIVIN’ THE DREAM
Imagine you are living your life to its most fulfilling potential.
Now write down exactly what you would actually be physically doing during the day if you were living your perfect life.
Would you write novels?
Would you prance on a beach clad only in a bikini all day?
Would you work in your beautiful rose garden?
Would you spend an hour in the morning exercising your awesome body?
Whatever it is you dream of doing, set aside the first ten minutes of your day to just do it. Wake up to your canvas and paint. Wake up and put on a bikini and wear it as you surf the internet.
Attention and action create results.
Ten minutes doesn’t seem like much, but if you concentrate on something you really love, the ten minutes will turn into an hour, and the hour will turn into your raison d’etre, your reason for being. Or, to view it in concrete terms, if you really want to live on a tropical beach, than taking that concrete step of putting on your bikini first thing every morning will probably lead you to happily work on your abs, do some free weight work, walk more and that confidence in your bikini will lead you to seek out an apartment with a pool, and then that will lead to you seeking employment somewhere that allows you to live in your dream house on the beach, where you’ll sleep soundly and contentedly each night after the crashing waves have lulled you to sleep.
As long as you can initiate physical action, there is no reason that your present circumstances can keep you from living your dream.
I know a man, who loved drawing and painting when he was a teenager. He knew he had talent and people told him he had talent. But he didn’t pursue his dream of making his living as an artist because life’s needs got in the way and family pressure made him feel guilty for dreaming about an artist’s life. So he pursued a business career and was a great success rising to the top of a well-known French corporation.
However, he never abandoned his first love. Even though he was working at building a successful corporate career, his painting was still his first priority every day. He would wake up every morning at six and paint for an hour. If business travel or meetings were going to encroach on his six a.m. rule he would wake at five a.m.
Painting always came first, but his passion for painting didn’t get in the way of rising up the corporate ladder. His love of art didn’t prevent him from providing for and doting on his wife and two children. He put painting first, but it didn’t prevent him from being an active force in his community.
In that one inviolate hour each morning, he honed his technique. He built up an impressive portfolio of paintings. Perhaps more importantly, he pursued a creative calling that gave outward expression to his true self, his true feelings and from that foundation, he was able to function optimally because he was briming with ever-growing confidence and contentment.
When he was sixty-five he retired from the business world. Free to spend as much time in the studio as he now desires, he still keeps to his daily six a.m. rendezvous with his brushes and paint. But now, when seven a.m. arrives, he puts away his quotidien small painting and turns his attention to the huge canvases that now hang on the wall of the ancient barn that is his studio.
Before his retirement, my friend would organise local exhibits of his work wherever he could find a willing facilitator: a small hotel, a cafe, the local mayor’s office. I attended several of these vernisages. They were pleasant congenial affairs, but they weren’t money makers. Honestly, the vernisages seemed rather pointless since it was just his same friends showing up each year and we didn’t seem to be buying.
Then two years ago, I received a notice that he was having an exhibition in Paris at an art gallery with a good address. And then last year I received an invitation to an even more impressive address and art dealer near the Place Vendome.
And damn, I wish I would have bought one of his paintings when they were unappreciated and temporarily improving the walls of the local bars around here because now that they’ve moved to flashier venues, they’re out of my price range!
My friend didn’t become a professional artist when he retired from the corporate world at sixty-five. He became a professional artist during the forty years he was in the corporate world.
Are you a creator or a consumer?
Who are you? Are you really a person who sits in a cubicle staring at a computer screen for eight hours then spends eight more hours in front of another screen at home? Or are you a brilliant writer, a Civil War expert, an innovative interior designer, a marathon runner, an artist, an inventor, a fantastic musician.
Einstein toiled away as a government clerk during the day but worked on his crazy theories in the evenings.
Make time to pursue your passion each day. Not because you hope for a future financial payoff, but because IT is your passion and IT absolutely needs to be expressed or you will go crazy with unfulfillment.
Put your passion first. Everyone that matters in your life will thank you for doing so.
This post was inspired by the wonderful book Make it Happen in Ten Minutes a Day by Lorne Hoden. It only takes an hour to read this gem of wisdom but it will provide you with the simple blueprint for making your dreams come true.
Have fun and have a wonderful year ahead!