I was born a daydreamer.
Happy to sit with my own thoughts, ideas, creativity and mindless meanderings, I could lose hours in my head.
Dreams of being a mega-famous triple threat, the acting-singing-dancing prodigy the world was waiting for, I spent a lot of time with my imagination.
Of course I learned the piano, kind of. I didn’t like practising much.
I learned to sing in primary school, joining the choir of my tiny country town public school and being one of the enthusiastic members (read LOUD and possibly ANNOYING). I went through the choral ranks into the high schools I attended and really got quite decent at holding a tune. I’ve even been in a band or two in my time, but again, didn’t try too hard.
My acting chops were kind of natural (if I do say so myself). I remember my Nan telling me I was like a young Meryl Streep when I was not even 10 years old. I was a mimic; of behaviours and accents from the beginning. It was a survival technique really (but we can go into that during another therapy session). I studied acting after finishing high school, even considered becoming a professional (in an industry that generally experiences 98% unemployment!).
Dancing was a massive part of my childhood. Ballet, tap dancing, jazz ballet. I did the yearly exams and I was pretty good at it. My predisposition for hyperextension finding an appropriate outlet (thanks to my contortionist genes).
Mum eventually stopped me going to dance lessons. Stopped me going to piano lessons. Stopped because of course as a child I kept complaining about the LESSONS and the PRACTISE. BO-RING.
Plus FAILURE. So scared of trying because I didn’t want to fail. If you don’t try you can’t lose, right?
In a way I wish that my parents had gently pushed me through that childish tantrum of anti-rehearsal behaviour and fear of failure. Why? Now I’d probably be living that dream and sitting somewhere close to Toni Collette’s position.
Once I’d reached adulthood, and let my dreams die swiftly in lieu of working so that I could afford luxuries like food and rent as an independent human, I had a very different take on how things worked.
In retrospect, I think my immature mind thought I was just going to be discovered (I told you I was a daydreamer). That my hopes would come to fruition purely because of how much I wanted them. It was pre-determined by the stars, surely, and fate would lift me through the pain of having to try and just make me a success.
Hear that? That’s the echo of me coming back down to earth with a gigantic thud many years ago.
……Wait…. you have to WORK for what you want??
Not only do you have to work for it, you have to do heaps of humdrum, repetitive things, you have to deal with regular disappointments, upsets and setbacks. That’s actually how life works. It’s a hard slog. Work is a necessary part of life. You have to work hard if there’s something you want.
So yes, dream your dreams. Think big. Brainstorm like nobody’s watching.
But then make the plans. Be strategic. Research. Learn. And most importantly DO THE WORK.
Put ideas into action. Use systems. Be kind to future you by creating a plan of attack and actually attacking.
At DBP we use ASANA. We adore Asana. That is how we stay on top of all-of-the-things.
If we are out and about, and have an idea, or a thought, or remember something we need to do, out comes the Asana app on our smart phone.
It’s open all day every day on our computer to help us manage the tasks required for our “business departments” so that we have the ability to scale, to grow.
Now I’m no longer a daydreamer, well, at least not during work hours. Now I am a day-doer. Getting the shit done, finding my own action plan, making my own success.
Now I believe in what my Mum always said to me from the beginning; “the harder you work, the luckier you are.”
Give it a go! It may move you from the thinking space into the action space where real stuff happens.
How do you turn your ideas into actions?
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