When I was 6 years old, I went to a local rodeo with my family at the county fairgrounds. As a blooming buckaroo, I thought the horses, bulls, cowboys and clowns were the most exciting thing I had ever seen in person. All I needed to complete the perfect experience was a ten-gallon hat and a Marlboro.
Then something totally unexpected happened.
The announcer called for all of the 6-year-old boys in the stands to come on down to the ring to participate in the rodeo!
It was straight out of this little cowpoke’s dream.
So with the approval of my Dad, I galloped down the bleachers to the railing that encircled the arena. I was quickly up and over that delineation between us and them and dropped onto the sacred dirt floor. I hustled over to the gathering huddle of 6ers, like me, who were all filled to the pearl-snapped collars with anticipation.
Then the show announcer boomed over the PA system like the Wizard of Oz. He announced that they were about to release chickens in the arena, and that we would have to be quick like a fox to grab ourselves a fine feathered friend. But once we caught one, it was ours to take home!
That was crazy.
And I was crazy enough to play chicken with them.
A moment later, a gate swung open, and a dozen chickens began strutting across the arena floor. And a gaggle of lil cowboys gave chase.
Which only sped up the chickens.
A couple of the other boys grabbed a bird right away.
But not me.
I chased the birds like a chicken with its head cut off.
You could say I lacked strategy. Or focus. Or speed. Or stamina. Or all of the above. But as hard as I tried, I couldn’t catch a single one of those struttin’ egg slingers.
The basic problem I dealt with was that the arena was huge, and I was small. Those chickens had far too much room to run away from me. In every direction.
The audience in the stands enjoyed a good laugh at my plight as I tried to catch a chicken that had what felt like a dirt ocean’s worth of escape routes from my chase.
Eventually, the rodeo officials decided that the chickens and the audience had had enough fun at my expense. So one of the adults with the show grabbed a snow-white chicken and handed it to me. And with what felt more like a pet store-bought chicken than a triumphantly wrastled chicken, I headed back to my dad in the stands.
A Common Problem
Today, I see adults face a similar challenge to the one I faced at the rodeo when I was a young’n.
People often have a want, wish or dream, but they have too much latitude in how and when they will make it a reality.
Thus, the dreams and aspirations remain ever-elusive. Like those rodeo chickens.
The Solve.
To make great progress, you need demanding deadlines. Those are deadlines that are so short that they demand actions or decisions today. Tight deadlines help narrow your focus, clarify your next steps, and increase productivity. Which drives results.
Short deadlines reduce options. And they squeeze out unnecessary actions. This time-constrained focus helps you reach your end goal faster.
Key Takeaway
To accomplish more, you need more constraints. Shorten your timeline until it forces decisions and actions today. This transforms ambiguity into clarity. It creates urgency. And urgency is the universal activator. It is how you turn someday thinking into today thinking and right-now necessity. That’s how you get more done. And avoid wasting time in the arena, outfoxed by unconstrained chickens.
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