A dream begins as an idea or an instinct, some notion in your gut that says " You know what? I'm going to..." It can be a feeling that you've had for a long time. Or an idea that just won't go away. Kids dream about being Major League Baseball players, firemen, astronauts, doctors, and then one day twenty years later they turn around and they're sitting behind desks wondering why their lives are so awful. The idea didn't persist; their dreams went away, maybe to e replaced by others, but more likely nuked by "common sense" or "being realistic" or other people's opinions. The dreams didn't stand up to all the effort it would require to make it come true.
No matter what. Whenever your mind wonders, it seems to turn up at the same Field of Dreams. It's the vision you wake up in the morning and it's the last thing you picture before you fall asleep. Every time you think of it, the idea in your head seems to get more vivid, filled with one more detail: You do not only want to win a gold medal at the Olympics, you do not only see yourself standing there on the podium, the medal around your neck, but you also can feel the goosebumps as your national anthem is played; the tears are in your eyes. (That's how a real dream can and should be.)
Dreams make you click, juice you, turn you on, excite the living daylights out of you. You cannot wait to get out of bed to continue pursuing your dream. The kind of dream I'm talking about gives meaning to your life. It is the ultimate motivator.
Big dreams bestow on the dreamer extraordinary resilience and endurance. Consider, for example what it takes to become an award-winning surgeon:
To start you have to get good grades in college, preferably at a prestigious college or university because good medical schools are tough to get into, and you will need as much of an edge as possible. Then there is the MCAT, the college boards of medical school. Even if you have all As or 4.0, you will have to score equally well on the MCAT, which means that during spring break of your junior (and sometimes senior) year, while your friends are frolicking in some sunny clime, you will be cramming for standardized tests. You pull it off, and come July when your proud parents drop you off on the campus of Harvard (or Johns Hopkins or Stanford), you are coping with pangs of anxiety because the competition here will be much tougher than at that prestigious college you aced. Now you're up against the top one percent of all the doctor wannabes out there, and you better be ready to study your brains out for the next your years . The courses on anatomy alone preclude sleeping. You succeed. You graduate from med school. But before you can do anything with your degree, the government requires that you complete a residency of at least three years. Three years will get you the title of "general practitioner", the least prestigious specialty in medicine. Your dream is to be a top surgeon, and that means five years for general surgery, seven years for cardiac surgery, or nine years for pediatric cardiology or neurology. Oh yes, and one more thing: The education during residency is not much like education at all. It is more like the military, but with ostentatious senior physicians constantly on you, making life as unpleasant as possible, handling you a;; the worst duties in the name of "toughening you up".
Let's review the numbers: four years of college, four years of medical school, nine years of residency. Did I mention passing the board certification exams? They cost two thousand dollars a pop, are offered only once a year and are so tough that typically only about twenty to thirty percent pass. To earn the dough and the experience for the exam, most top residents do a one-to- four year fellowship for peanuts on the dollar. If that isn't enough , and it rarely os, thanks to the quarter of the million dollars in tuition loans, residents are usually forced to moonlight. In total, that's almost twenty years since that day in college when you committed to a career kn medicine. You already have gray in your hair, major debts, a completely out-of-shape body functioning primarily on caffeine, and the knowledge that your lazy friends from college are now making seven figures in business or on Wall Street—and you are only on the brink of becoming a famous surgeon.
But you had this dream... Clearly, to pull of a dream like that you need more than just passion, or "a talent for surgery". You had better have a passion burning inside you, a vivid vision and a feeling of the life of the great surgeon you want to be.
Becoming highly accomplished in any field requires the same kind of all-out commitment. High Performers have a reverie that helps them wade through all the sludge— the necessary , but often overwhelming and disheartening road to success.
In god health,
Efren Guerrero Rodriguez
High Performance Personal Training.