The Power of Creativity \(Book 1\): Learning How to Build Lasting Habits, Face Your Fears and Change Your Life pdfdrive com

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PREPARE TO BE INSPIRED
“I think people who create and write, it actually does flow - just flows from into
their head, into their hand, and they write it down. It’s simple.”
– Paul McCartney
I
DREAM
of standing on the Cliffs of Moher, edging towards the Atlantic Ocean,
the wind snapping at my skin. I dream of being surrounded by friends and family
and then falling until I’m overwhelmed by the raging sea.
I  dream  of  a  restaurant  lit  by  candles,  of  medium-rare  filet  steak,  dark  red
Bordeaux  and  marijuana.  I  dream  of  eating  with  friends  from  college  and  us
realising we have nothing to share anymore.
I  dream  of  returning  to  my  old  job  as  a  care  worker  in  a  hospital,  being
pulled aside by my ageing manager – her curly brown hair now straight and grey
– and being told, “You don’t know how to do this anymore Bryan, you’re fired.”
I dream of producing a radio show for a would-be politician and then being
let go. I dream about falling forwards and of reinvention.
I dream of lying in bed next to a warm body and telling her my problems. I
dream of her hands moving across the dark, of being touched and being unable
to touch. I dream of standing at the top of a church putting a ring on her finger. I
dream of marriage and divorce, of regret and of yesterday.
I  dream  of  a  sunny  October  morning,  the  day  of  the  Dublin  City  Marathon
and of being unable to find the start line. I dream of putting one foot in front of

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the other even though my muscles are on fire; I dream of running on until I reach
the finish line.
I  dream  of  wearing  a  new  grey  suit,  of  tall  glass  buildings  in  the  city,  of
shaking my new boss’s hand and starting again. I dream of six-figure paydays, of
sham and drudgery, and financial ruin.
I  dream  of  melting  clocks,  war,  fog  and  smoke,  steel  tipped  helmets  and
marching black leather boots, my bloody face in the dirt. I dream of holding the
line. I dream of a cold Christmas morning. I wake up covered in sweat.
I’ve got an idea.