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.