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A Billionaire by the Pool with a Cocktail and a Book

A Billionaire by the Pool with a Cocktail and a Book
What does your subconscious look like?

What does your subconscious look like?

This is how I see my subconscious.

Have I seen too many movies?

Disclaimer: this is what happens sometimes when I write in the morning. I’m a different person. I have extremely clear visions, almost dreamlike, but I’m awake. Well, I think I am. Double disclaimer: if you don’t know me, well, you’re getting to. I make no excuses.

I believe in some higher power. I really don’t know what it is exactly and I’m not even that curious to find out. I think I also enjoy not knowing, it keeps it more mysterious–and I love mystery.

I just know that something is there, you can call it whatever you like and the more I learn about it, the more I like what I learn. For example, this “greater self” is:

  1. Funny
  2. Light
  3. Brilliant (beyond what we understand)
  4. At ease

This morning I had quite the light-hearted meditation. I was smiling, then even laughing. But you see, I, my conscious self, am swimming in the pool, doing laps, trying to get in shape, trying to “impress” my greater self who’s reclining in a lounge chair on the side of the pool. I’m “doing the work.” He has “done the work.”

But you see, dear reader, that other self, tanning in the sun, is also a part of me. Well, somehow.

I know, it gets complicated. If you know what I’m talking about then you know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, well, then you don’t.


I don’t terribly care about money. Yes, you need it, yes, I need it, but it’s not a goal or dream. But still, and again, I don’t really make this stuff up, this is just what comes to me when you let my writer self out of the house too early in the morning, this other self is a billionaire. Not just millionaire, but billion. Just so much money that he doesn’t care and doesn’t need to.

I don’t know why I feel that I need to make this point, but it’s not that this is the me that I want to be. It’s just who this vision of this guy next to the pool is. I know, I’m a dork.

The Pool

I don’t even really care for pools. I’d rather be at a lake. Whatever, I’ll go with it. Maybe it’s the whole air of this resort dude who’s there chillin’ like a villain. Maybe it’s a place where someone is relaxed or at least supposed to be. I don’t know. Don’t shoot the messenger.

The Cocktail

This guy is relaxed. Did I say it was evening? It didn’t seem like evening. I’m not sure this guy cares what time of day it is. He’s got his act together so well that he might not know (or care) what time of day it is. It’s not a strong cocktail, just a sweet and froo-froo one. Probably a cheesy umbrella type thing. He also has water near his chair.

The Book

But the whole scene is really about the book. All the other props are just show. He really wants to read. But what is he reading? Is he educating himself and growing and learning? I’d like to think so, but I think he’s just reading a really exciting novel. One of those that you can’t wait to get back to. One of those where you’ll bring it to breakfast so you can read while eating breakfast. Where you hope that others don’t actually try to communicate with you so you don’t have to be rude when you tell them, “I just need to finish this chapter.” and are not even courteous enough (and it doesn’t even occur to you) to ask them if it’s OK if you finish the chapter because you’re going to finish that chapter whether they ask or not. Yeah, that’s what he’s reading.

That’s my subconscious. Somedays it’s different. (Thank God.)

P.S. I’m filing this under Delegating … 😉


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