This summer, my daughter and I visited Ripley’s Aquarium in Toronto.
I love the way jellyfish pop in photos.
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While discussing a business plan over lunch with a good friend, she asked me a simple question I hadn’t thought through.
“What does success look like?” she asked.
I’ve been thinking about strategy, tactics, objectives, risks – but hadn’t spent any significant time picturing success.
Admittedly, I had been spending perhaps a little too much time picturing failure.
Some of the world’s top athletes have learned first hand the benefits of picturing sinking a three-point shot or hitting a 300-yard drive down the middle of the fairway. Canadian Olympian Lyndon Rush pictured cruising through curves 7 through 14 on the bobsled track in Sochi while sitting in an airport in Russia.
It’s something I’ve since started to spend time doing. For example, while getting my summer tires put on my car, I waited in the lobby daydreaming about triumph – it sure beats fretting about failure.
I’m in good company. A smattering of people who use visualization include Jim Carrey, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Oprah and Will Smith.
A few tips on visualizing your triumph:
So what does success look like to you?
Passing the puck around on a frozen lake feels like the epitome of Canadiana.
I’m lucky to have a pond behind my house that freezes nearly every winter. Folks in the neighbourhood bring nets out each year and leave them on the ice for people to shoot at. I’m always among them, practicing my slap shot and chasing the puck into the snow when I miss the net.
This year, pond hockey levelled up. Larger lakes around the Okanagan Valley froze thanks to some unusually cold temperatures. Wood Lake, a large water surface down the hill from me, also froze to a beautiful black ice a foot thick.
I wasn’t going to let the enhanced experience slide by, so me and a buddy hit the ice to pass the puck around. His stick broke about 20 minutes into our skate, so we set up a couple goal posts and we switched off using a shovel as a goalie stick.
The evening wind picked up and blew fingers of dusty snow across the surface. But we played until it was so dark the black pucks were invisible. When we were done, we sat in the snow and unlaced our skates as we drank hot chocolate.
It was an experience people all over the Okanagan took advantage of, creating some pretty unique memories.