If you know my awesome brother Adam, you’ll be aware that he was not at all pleased about the idea of turning 30.
Not one bit.
So when his 40th birthday loomed large, I knew it was time to stage an intervention.
Anything to distract him from an early midlife crisis.
Or at the very least minor heart palpitations.
So that’s what I set out to do.
But along the way I learned something very interesting about fear.
And in particular, a trick for overriding it so that fear doesn’t stop you going all out to achieve the full monty on anything you set your mind to.
Permit me to set the scene.
It was August.
Adam’s Big 4-0 was in December.
I roped in my friend Rachel, who is a creative genius, and we got to work planning a soiree.
It started off as a simple event idea.
A surprise party.
With a treasure hunt thrown in for good measure, which would lead Adam unwittingly to the venue.
Pretty straight forward, right?
You might think so.
Except that the more I thought about this event, the more ideas I had.
And the more ideas I had, the bigger the plan got.
If I say “snowballed” you get the picture!
I decided to theme everything around The Mad Hatter’s Tea Party.
The 30 friends and family attending – kids and adults included – were to wear fancy dress.
I hired a room in a pub with one large, long tea-party table.
Blow up flamingos, bunting and balloons were ordered in droves.
I designed an Adam quiz to test how well everyone knew Adam, including Adam himself.
Side note: he actually scored less points than some of his friends!!
I created Adam-themed prizes.
Side note: Our sister won an Adam nightshirt (you might picture her delight).
I scoured charity shops to assemble the costume Adam would wear.
Now here’s the clever bit.
Rachel masterminded the treasure hunt to lead Adam to the pub unawares.
Thinking he was meeting me, he was instead to be met by a woman in a white rabbit costume who would thrust a bag into his hand.
That bag had a picture of me on the front (so he wouldn’t fear for his life!) and a mobile phone with a text message on it.
The message was a clue, which would direct him to a bookshop in Kensington where his best friend would surprise him, dressed as the Mad March Hare.
They would then be sent a subsequent clue, taking them to another location to be surprised by a different friend in fancy dress.
Every friend had been given a piece of clothing or face paints that Adam would have to put on when he met them.
Which gradually saw him revealed as The Mad Hatter.
The final clue would lead them all to the pub, where Ad would meet me and think that was the end of the game.
Except that when he opened the door to the pub room, his closest family and friends dressed in ridiculous outfits would yell Surprise! and we’d all have a tea party.
I know. Quite a feat.
Now it’s important to understand that Rachel stage managed the treasure hunt with killer preparation and precision.
She had spreadsheets with all the timings.
Whatsapp groups were set up for communication.
GPS tracking was installed on Adam’s phone so she always knew where he was.
And two friends were enlisted to photograph the whole event and play the white rabbit if the treasure hunters went off-piste.
For Rachel’s part of the programme, there were contingency plans galore.
However, the same couldn’t be said for me!
For some reason, thinking about what could go wrong and planning for every eventuality just didn’t cross my mind.
Until, that is, 3am on the day of the event.
Yes, you read that right.
In the early hours of 13th November, a mere seven hours before everything was due to kick off, the penny finally dropped.
I woke up with a jolt and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
Suddenly my brain was alive and kicking, computing all the possible avenues for disaster!
What if one of the treasure hunt friends got stuck on a train without a signal?
What if the tube lines broke down and party attendees couldn’t get there before Ad arrived?
What if Ad saw any of the costume-adorned party goers on their way to the venue and it gave the game away?
What if Rachel was taken ill during the night and couldn’t mastermind the game?
And most importantly, why in God’s name was I only thinking about this now when it was too late to do anything about it?!
Now in hindsight, even if I had considered these things, there’s nothing I could have done about most of them.
I couldn’t control people’s travel plans, the things that might cause them to be late, or Transport for London’s ability to run a tube service (let’s be honest, I don’t possess a magic wand).
But why hadn’t these fears got to me earlier?
Why hadn’t I been fretting in the months and weeks running up to the event?
What had stopped me worrying about all the things that could go awry?
The answer is surprisingly simple.
I was having enormous amounts of fun.
I was so engaged in conjuring up the ideas and organising the delivery that all I felt was delight and excitement about the whole thing.
I was in Alison happy land.
And it was this prolonged sense of joy and wonder that created a bypass for unhelpful concerns.
There simply wasn’t room for unnecessary fear.
Which meant it didn’t play on my mind.
Or curtail my ideas.
Or cause me to shrink the scope to something simpler, more manageable and less impactful.
Ultimately it meant I didn’t think small.
So this is what I tell people who ask how to override fear and put their heartfelt goals on steroids.
Make it a party.
Consider how you might make whatever you are working on feel like the best fun ever.
This could mean any number of things, depending on your personal preference.
Maybe it would help to create an awesome workspace from which to operate, surrounded by feel-good lighting, pictures, books or objects that inspire you?
What about creating a music soundtrack for your project or goal, with a string of hits that get you fired up, entertained and feeling invincible?
Perhaps you could cherry-pick a group of cheerleaders that you regularly share highlights and laughs with from your journey?
How about organising brainstorm sessions with people that energise you and stimulate new thinking?
You might want to dress for the occasion to bring your best creative self to the table?
Or keep a visible log of achievements that make you smile during the tougher moments?
Anything to keep your endeavour light, engaging, captivating and engrossing.
So that fear doesn’t get a look in.
Or curtail your effort.
Or shrink your ambition.
So what does fun look like to you?
How might you make some small changes to amuse your way to the peak of your potential?
Feel free to share what you’re doing to help inspire others with ideas!
And just for entertainment, here are a few photos from the day…
Ad looking fetching in his hat, and me sporting a tremendous wig that was far too tight for my head!
Our mum dressed up as the Cheshire Cat! I fear the onesie has been stored for other party occasions.
My auntie Jean and her fuchsia flamingo daughter Deb, winner of the most inventive outfit EVER.
My husband Jeremy as Tweedle Dum or Tweedle Dee. No words!
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