300 Words a Day - #21: The Way of Visualisation - Part 1

In a previous post, I mentioned how I had used visualisation to help my dream come true.

(If you read that post then you will know I ended up not wanting the dream when I got it, but what I did worked, regardless.)

I thought I would use this post (and future ones, as I don’t fancy trying to squeeze it all into a mere 300 words) to explain exactly what I did, back when I was in my teens and early twenties.

I should start off by saying, that when I started visualising, I hadn’t read any books on the subject, nor did I know there was a name for what I was doing. I was fourteen; I was just conjuring up images of what I wanted.

To give you an idea of what I was playing with, I wanted nothing more than to become a recording artist.

That was my dream.

When I was ten, my great-uncle Bill asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up.

I can remember thinking for a second, and then said,

“I just want to do something I like.”

At the age of fourteen I found and began to develop my passion for music and music production.

A fantastic science teacher called Mr Clarkson told me, that if I could find enough people who wanted to go and see The Prodigy, he would book the tickets and take us. 

That same afternoon I ran back to his classroom with a list of names.

That concert, at Manchester G-MEX, in 1997, changed my life.

Now I had first-hand experience of what I wanted to be and do, which made imagining my dream as a reality all the more easier. 

I had something substantial to play with.

My quest had started.

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300 Words a Day - #19: Which Future You Do You Really Want?

Be careful which future you you’re chasing.

I was overly ambitious, and it was devastating to my health, both physical and mental.

This was mainly when I was in my late teens and early twenties.

The trouble was I thought I was certain I knew what I wanted.

(Certainty brings rigidity, and if we’re rigid we can break more easily.)

Comparing my then present circumstances with my future vision was painful, to say the least.

Visualising can bring hope, but it can also give us a painful contrast.

It depends on our state of mind at the time.

Mine was unstable.

I finally got what I wanted when I was 23.

My habitual practice of visualising before going to sleep worked like a charm.

But when my then present self caught up with my future vision, I felt numb.

I wasn’t expecting that.

And nothing could’ve prepared for it.

All those years I was visualising a future me, and I never considered that when the time came for that vision to become a reality, I would no longer resonate with it.

I invested so much of myself, so much of my identity in that future vision, in what I wanted to do, in who I wanted to be, that when I admitted to myself that I no longer wanted it, I was left with an identity crisis on my hands.

I don’t mean to be melodramatic, but it was like breaking up with someone, and that night I cried myself to sleep. 

With my future me gone, who was I?

I don’t think I’ve ever felt so lost.

But what a gift!

Such a tough lesson to learn.

A friend said at the time, “This could be one of the greatest things that has ever happened to you.”

And it was.

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