What's Your Average Perfect Day?

Aside from providing some good laughs for me and the husband, a couple of Noah St. John's theories of success, have stuck with me, like rice grains wedged in the crevass between the burner and the stovetop. In a  previous post I talked about his "loving mirrors," about how if you're trying out a new idea, having a trustworthy friend there to tell you it's a good idea is better than psyching yourself up in a vacuum. Having someone you believe in believe in you can be just the nudge you need to get yourself unstuck.


The other idea that has stayed with me is about setting goals. He suggests that instead of imagining your biggest goal and visualizing the moment you attain it--like winning an Oscar, or accepting the Nobel Prize. Or opening your front door to find a couple of people with a big check from Publishing House  Sweepstakes, or (much more highbrow) from the MacArthur Foundation. ...


Pardon me, I drifted off into such a fabulous reverie.


Anyhoo, INSTEAD of visualizing your moment of greatest glory, Noah St. John suggests imagining your average perfect day.


You know, what your life would be like once you've won that "genuis" award, once you've appeared on Oprah or Mike Douglas or....


Pardon me, I drifted off again. And I know neither of those hosts has a talk show anymore, but it's my fantasy.


What your regular day would be like if you'd achieved your goals. His point is to imagine what your life would be like from day-to-day, if you were doing the thing you love to do. Are you in an office? Are you in a hut on the beach? Are you surrounded by gladiator/dancers who pull you in a chariot while you're dressed in something tight, short and fabulous with amazing gold-heeled boots and you're incredibly fit even though you've got to be at least 52 or 53...


Sorry. Did it again.


And I thought, hmmm, that I can do. Imagining The Average Perfect Day appeals to my pragmatic side--yes, I do have one. It sidesteps hubris and hyperbole. It also daintily steps over Self Doubt that likes to settle down at my feet but is always ready to race to the window and bark at any stray positive thought I might entertain.


And I thought, well in my average perfect day, I'd have blocks of free time in the afternoon. I'd spend my time writing. I'd have time to walk outside and exercise; I'd meditate. I'd have some solitude. And then my kids would come home from school and I'd focus on them. And then the husband would arrive and I'd still focus on my kids....


And THEN I thought, you know what? I'm already living my average perfect day.


I have succeeded, my dozens of readers.


Now if only someone would PAY me to do this.



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