I like dreaming

I recently read a magazine article about the powers of visual motivation. The author recommended that you decide what you want out of life and paste pictures that represent those desires onto poster board. She assured the reader that if the poster was displayed where you could see it everyday, you would achieve those things with little conscious effort. The premise of her assurance was that if you were reminded daily of your dreams and desires, you would subconsciously strive to attain them.

I have an inquiring mind. I want to know if that really works. So I “pasted” pictures on an 8 x 11 sheet of card stock using computer graphics and taped it on the wall across from my computer so I can see it every day. We’ll see how it goes.

On my poster, I have a picture of Townsley Lake. It’s a picturesque lake in the middle of nowhere. A beautiful, secluded spot that apparently can only be reached by backpackers. At my age, hiking has lost some of its earlier appeal, but the lake still beckons. Before I die, I want to take a picture of Townsley Lake.

Just above the lake picture is a smiling woman sitting in the middle of an office. She represents “my own business”. I’m too lazy to make a success of a business, but I like the idea of making money.

A graduation cap and diploma are in the middle of the board. I want a doctorate. When I win the lottery, I’m going back to school and become a doctor of something. I just don’t know of what. I probably should narrow that down to something less vague to give this experiment a fighting chance. I just don’t know of what. It’s hard to reach your dreams when you don’t know what they are.

Zigzag up the side of the poster to the top right and you’ll see a house. I want my own house. Just a little cottage I can call my own. I must be growing old to think about settling down. I’ve always liked having few possessions that wouldn’t fit in boxes when the need arose to move them from one spot to another. My motto was throw ‘em in a U-Haul and move on, across town, across the state, across the country.

Top left is a picture of a woman jogging. I have no desire to jog. The picture is suppose to represent a healthier, more active life style. Though that might be too much of a shock to my system.

Near the bottom of the page, is my fondest dream. It’s a simple graphic of a book with me as the author. The title is written on the open pages. The Cubicle Wars It’s a mystery about office life. I work with enough characters to make the book a real page turner. But, then again, maybe it would be easier to write as a comedy.