If this were a drug, I’d inject it daily.
- One Idea Per Day
- If this were a drug, I’d inject it daily.
- That Delicious “SPARK” of Clarity of a Sunday Morning Meditation
- Keys Lodged in his Back
- 1 hour and 13 minutes of delirious decision making
If you can’t find the ideas or don’t know which ones are the good ones, or want different and better ones, here’s one solution.
It’s Sunday morning. Everyone is still asleep and I need to write as fast as I can to possibly get 1/2 of the goods I just had delivered to me.
No, not the UPS guy on an early Sunday morning.
The “downloads” from my meditation.
I just spent 1 hour and 15 minutes in deep (and WAY FUN) meditation. I got so much from it that I’m exploding with ideas. Some awesome, some who knows, and others I will have forgotten by the time I get to the end of this post. By the way, that’s perfectly OK, let those go and keep what sticks.
I write this in early 2020 as a potential chapter for my upcoming book, aptly named “Meditate.” It’s book #7 in the Repossible series and is probably the most powerful. Yep, you need to Ask and you need to Dare to get going. You’re going to want to Create and Spark that creativity in others but if you’re looking to up your game, to take it to next level and then really take it to a level you’ve possibly never even heard of, then you’re going to want to do this. Just saying. OK, back to trying to scribble down as fast as I can what I just experienced.— Bradley
Long ago, I surrendered to the idea that I bother thinking of who reads this and who I might offend or, better yet, who I might resonate with and change their lives.
With that said, I’m not holding back.
In only the order as it comes off of my fingers…
I’m a Drug Dealer
TED talk (?), Toastmasters competition speech, FB video ad
I have (at least) 2 things going on in the coming months:
I have a 90-second video of an 8-year-old girl who is opening up the author copies of her first book. It’s heart-wrenching, it’s inspiring, it’s, well, hard to believe that an 8-year-old girl published a book. Here it is:
Here’s my plan.
I have speeches (talks, presentations) to give for Toastmasters in the coming weeks and months. It’s contest season so I need to sharpen, dig deep, and blow away the audience. Well, I suppose I don’t “need” to do that, but I want to.
The talks are between 5 and 7 minutes. I thought of putting the video above into slow motion, remove my audio of course, and then talk over it as the audience sees her opening the cardboard box.
They, of course, don’t know what she’s doing.
I open by saying
“I’m Bradley Charbonneau and I’m a Drug Dealer.”— Yeah, that would be me.
That’s compelling, right? We’re just getting started.
Now I’d need to do some research but my play on words is that I’m dealing in “drugs” or chemicals like these:
- Adrenaline: butterflies in the stomach
- Dopamine: exquisite delight in all the smallest details
- Serotonin: you feel significant or important
- Oxytocin: creates intimacy, trust, and strengthens relationships
- Endorphins: helps to alleviate anxiety
See where I’m going with this? I could even pause the video as I go through and point out when the “timed release” of my wonder drug (that is to say, SPARK) releases and activates the body.
Could also do a 90-second version as FB or even Pinterest ad. Ooh, I like this.
Ooh, so daring, so fun, so good. OK, gotta move on. More to come here.
Every Single Day Playbook
A workbook, no, playbook, to accompany (and help expand) the success of my Every Single Day book.
I quickly saw a few versions.
- Paperback: “30 Days from Work to Play” (ooh, I just thought of that one right now, I LIKE it) is a paper workbook that I’m calling a “playbook” because it’s not work. Which is one of the main themes.
- Online (drip campaign) course: 30 days of emails (and/or videos or “lessons” or activities) to accompany or complement the paper. Or paper is good on its own and this is separate for non-paper people.
- Free online course: a 10-day (maybe 5-day) shorter version of the above to introduce people to my work, I mean, my play.
- Ebook: I don’t know if this is such a good idea but a digital version of the paperback mostly to lead people to the online course and/or paperback. Could give away this for free or charge for the book and give big discount (or even 100% discount) to online 30-day course.
I Need Help. I Need You. I Need a Team.
A marketing team, an operations crew, collaborators who can help implement this.
I feel like I’m halfway through my meditation and I’m so enthusiastic about the ideas above but I know more and more that I need a team.
This will probably sound odd but hey, it’s Sunday morning and I’m in a state of clarity so I’m going to go with it.
If I were already “famous” and a “big name” and had a following of gazillions this point would be moot. I would have people reading this and clamoring to be a part of it.
But I’m not there yet.
The thing is that I want to build this team before I get there. I think this team, these ambassadors, these co-creators, are part of what will propel this upward, onward, and to places I (on my own) can’t even envision.
I need you. Join me? Let’s talk.
Side Note: my wife is now up, my youngest will come in here any minute. This is why I get this done first thing in the morning.
I Can See
I close my eyes to see.
WARNING: In the interest of clarity, I’m going to go full-speed ahead with what I get out of these meditations. From your perspective, I might be now heading into “Woo Woo Land” and if you need to get up and stretch your legs, feel free to make your exit. But frankly, this is where things get juicy and, I can’t believe I’m saying this but this is where things get good.— Me
During my meditations, one technique is to ask who needs help. I let all of my own ideas and thoughts fall to the floor and whoosh away easily.
This morning, my oldest son came to me and wanted to show me something in his heart.
He had to peel back the layers and it took some effort but he got there and said something like, “See, I have a heart and it’s full of love. It’s there and it needs more love. I have so much love to give but I don’t know how to give it and it scares me to give it not knowing if I’ll be laughed at or if that love won’t come back to me.”
If you’re still reading this, these are the sorts of things I experience in my meditations.
Often, my dad or even lately my grandfather (who I barely knew) will come in and offer help or guidance or often talk to me about whoever is there with me.
If I read into this what does my son need? What is he asking for?
He has a big heart and he “wants to use it” but maybe doesn’t know how or he’s scared or it’s behind so many layers (what are those layers made of?) that he doesn’t do it and he hides and remains in the shadows.
This gets a little graphic but hey, it’s a meditation, I don’t really ask questions about the “how in the hell is this happening?” but go with it and see what happens. I open my entire chest exposing my own heart and my gut. It’s all open, wide open, and I let him in there and take what he needs but also see that I’m open and offering anything and everything I have to him.
It’s all for him, I have so much, I have so much to give and so much to share.
He nods and thinks he might understand and has something of an attitude of, “OK, I guess I see how that works.” which isn’t unlike his attitude towards math homework.
But I have offered and sent my love to him and showered him, covered him with my love and let him know he has access to it anytime and all time.
So yeah, there’s all that.
I give in to something larger, bigger, “more” than the singular me.
Part of meditation is the “download” where it comes to you, you gather or collect the information (like what I’ve outlined above) but then there’s that nit-picky little element of actually getting it done.
Towards the end of the meditation, I will release everything that’s arrived towards, yeah, this is where things get a little murky, but to a greater self. Maybe that’s a greater/larger version of myself, maybe it’s you, maybe it’s some celestial being, maybe I’m sending it up to the ceiling and it’s stuck.
You know, I’m trying to be funny and light and silly, but I have to say: it doesn’t get stuck at the ceiling.
It does go higher. I don’t know where it goes exactly but this part of the process is not letting it rest on only my shoulders. I give it up, I give it away, I put it up “for auction” to see who’s there and who can help.
It “releases” it for me and allows me to glide, to roll and delight in the ideas and worry and stress less (if at all) about it actually getting done.
As I type this, I realize it might sound like I’m giving up on the work, that I don’t care if it gets done. I don’t know how to explain it but it’s not that. It’s truly letting go and “seeing what happens” with it.
I’m going to leave good enough alone here for now.
OK, that’s it for today
This was one single morning for an hour.
Can you imagine this every single day? What if you had this clarity, this download of information and advice and tips and strategies and who-knows-what-I’ve-already-forgotten in the hour I’ve been writing this down as best I can?
Can you imagine you had access to this?
Every day, you had a window into the world, into your own world of your own power. Without distractions or if they do come, you embrace them and smother them so they either go away or turn into something you needed to deal with.
Oh, had I found meditation when I was 20. Or 10. Or 30.
If I knew of a more powerful drug, I would inject it daily.
If I could buy an apparatus or machine that got me a fraction of what I get out of this, I would order it for next-day delivery.
But I don’t have to wait.
I don’t have to order it.
I just need to put on my headphones, close my eyes, and let the power come to me.
Have a great Sunday.
I know I will.