I need you to stop reading before you’ve even started and write down your biggest dream.
Now, take that piece of paper and throw it away. Grab another sheet and write down the same thing, but go bigger.
Somebody once told me that a dream isn’t big enough if it doesn’t scare the sandwiches* out of you. This applies. Once you’ve rewritten your dream, post it somewhere where you’ll see it constantly. This could be in your car, on your refrigerator; anywhere. Now you’ve put the old version of yourself on notice that they’re on the way out.
After you’ve done that, the next step is to write down your dream on another piece of paper and post it somewhere public (like your break room at work). By doing this, you’ve officially put the world on notice that you’re about to change it.
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I talk to college students about dreams on a regular basis.
With every conversation, it seems the hardest part about dreaming (besides finding your dream) is figuring out what to do next. You might be in this boat, prayerfully wondering about the next step, but with a larger than life dream it’s important to get going.
When we launched Bedlam, we didn’t spend months and months developing strategy for the magazine. After one phone conversation, we got to work building the platform and recruiting people to join the family. It was that simple. There was no need to spin our wheels while the world stayed stagnant. Simply put, we wanted to influence the world for good by changing the culture as soon as possible.
No matter your dreams, the world changes when you accumulate oceans full of little victories.
It’s a thought echoed by Naval Admiral William H. McRaven. One time, he told me to make my bed (via YouTube), saying that a bed made gives a sense of pride and accomplishment. That one small task turns into ten small tasks, which snowballs into a your future presidency and a new way to power the earth (using leftover Cheetos, perhaps).
If you believe in your ability to change yourself and begin taking baby steps, you can find a new way to power the earth (and I guarantee it won’t involve picking Cheetos out of the couch cushions)…