If you ask me, imagination is a psychological muscle that we aren’t taught to utilize enough.  In our minds exists enough imagination to entertain us for a lifetime.  When we share stories, read books, and watch movies our imaginations are stretched and stimulated.  But what if we decided to use our imaginations more as tools?


The other day, I was on a bike ride.  I had ridden from my office to Percy Warner Park.  If you’ve ever been to Percy Warner, you know that it’s ridiculously hilly.  There are enough climbs, descents, and hairpin turns on a road that is less than smooth to require a high amount of attention and concentration for even the most experienced of cyclists.  There are moments where a lack of control could be deadly, and if you loose your pace or get discouraged, those hills are going to take everything out of you and leave you with out the energy to get home.  So I decided when I entered the park that I was going to use my imagination, and go into trance. 


As I began climbing my first hill I passed a blacked-out GMC Yukon, and I thought it looked like it could be a law enforcement vehicle.  That’s when I thought, “If the government was trying to kill me, this would be an easy place to make it look like an accident.”  Just like that, I was in a story.


I imagined that I was a political commentator who spoke out against the government and said something that struck a nerve.  Some intelligence agency decided to take me out, but they didn’t want too much attention to be drawn to me because of my death.  I knew that if I were to turn around, and leave the park early on my regular ride, I was going to look suspicious, and then they would chase me down for sure.  No.  The only option was to beat them through the 11-mile trail.


Every straight path I went down, I was looking through the woods to make sure no one was going to jump out and try to knock me off.  This protected me from deer and helped me catch a different perspective of the beautiful park.  Pedestrians I saw were potential intelligence agents, so I wasn’t about to get close to them.  When I climbed, I pedaled like it was for dear life.  When I descended, since I felt like I was in a movie, I was able to use trance to slow down time and feel more in control.  And when I left Percy Warner, I lived to ride another day.


Now some days I just pretend that I’m riding a speeder bike on Endor, like in Return of the Jedi.  That’s the beauty of you imagination.  It keeps you interested because it’s adaptable.  The first story illustrates how everything around you can become part of your perception that brings the accomplishment.  Well…  That, and it probably decreases the likelihood that U.S. Intelligence will try to kill me on a bike ride now.


I would love to hear your examples!  Tell me how you trance out and use your imagination.  What thoughts help you stay focused and productive?