Last night, my dearly beloved was kindly tolerating my desire to watch the Olympics–Spins! Sequins! Stories! –and to amuse himself, he was re-reading Tim Ferriss’ The 4-Hour Workweek. During one of those long commercial breaks, he asked me, “What are your Dream Lines?” Huh?
Your Dream Lines. Shortish (think six to twelve months) timelines of three to five things each of what you want to have, be, and do. Not teensy little dreams. Not realistically within reach, probable, practical dreams. We’re talking absolutely fantabulous here. What are they?
I mulled it over. I equivocated. My husband patiently listened and then said, “I know what you want.” Really? “Yes, you want to have a personal assistant.” Yes, that’s totally true. “And you want to be a best-selling author.” Um, yes, right again. “And you want to do big workshops and speaking engagements.” Uh-huh. That man knows me; yes, he does.
So when I was doing my daily Examen this morning, that was what I was reminded of, The Dream Lines. Afterward, I picked up 4HWW and was blithely informed that being unrealistic was easier and simpler than being sensible. The devil you say! No, insists Ferriss. The level of competition is more fierce for realistic goals–the air gets thin (and so does the competition) when you go for the mountain top, really big stuff. And because the payoffs are huge up there, motivation is easy to come by and a cinch to maintain.
Not that Timmy isn’t practical. He knows this stuff costs money. So he helpfully provides a calculator to figure out what the bill will be, right there on his website. So much for the excuses.
I won’t be cutting any triple-toe-loops and double axels anytime soon. But I will be speaking at a venue near you. Soon. The sequins are on order.
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