In August 2010, I was one of the lucky few chosen to attend an epic bash at the Playboy Mansion. The two day event was put on by the ad network Epic Direct, which was then known as Azoogle Ads.
This party was to reward their top earners for the past year – 50 of them to be exact – and to also recognize their ad partners.
I wish I could say I was one of the top earners, but I would probably be writing this from my yacht somewhere off the coast, instead I’m sitting on my couch at home. 🙂
Luckily, for the lower tier earners like myself there was an essay contest. The instructions were simple: in 250 words or less, describe why you should join the biggest party of the year at the Playboy mansion.
Simple enough, but I never win anything so I quickly decided against it.
But, as fate would have it, I stumbled upon a post titled When Opportunity Presents Itself… on Shoemoney’s blog which happened to be about this essay contest. Shoe went on to explain that “if people spent half the time applying themselves as they do coming up with reasons why they are not successful they could do amazing things.”
That was all the motivation it took.
Immediately after reading his post I spent 20 or so minutes jotting down why I should party at the Playboy Mansion. Here’s the final product:
Why should I be invited to the “greatest party of the year” at the Playboy Mansion? Well, I’d be selling myself short if I didn’t say I was the Chosen One! You see, my destiny actually began in utero when my mother would read me articles from Playboy magazine to keep her lil’ baby from “kicking a hole through her stomach” at night. It worked, as those delightful articles put me to sleep faster than a narcoleptic on Nyquil. Fast forward eight years to a time when most kids my age were running away from girls with cooties, I was vicariously living as Hef while hiding under my mom’s bed with a flashlight looking at the latest edition of Playboy magazine. I remember wondering why mom had more Playboy’s than Tiger Woods had girlfriends, only to quickly realize her friend Jen who always spent the night was more than just a “friend”. And the heavy panting, like that sound a dog makes right before it throws up, coming from their room at night wasn’t “just the TV”. Many therapy sessions later and I happen upon ShoeMoney’s blog to read a post about the contest of all contests. My childhood fantasy was about to be fulfilled. I was just a 250 word essay, riddled with ridiculous analogies, away from crossing numero uno off my bucket list. And the rest will be is history.
Yup, those 232 words earned me an all expenses paid trip to party where the biggest celebrities in the world have partied, with some of the most beautiful women on earth and to mingle with some of the most successful internet marketers out there.
But, it’s more than just an essay or luck that allowed me to cross #1 off my bucket list, it was the willingness to go for it!
We all start out at the bottom and in order to get anywhere, you must step out of your comfort zone, stop making excuses and go for it!
I hope by sharing my experiences with you through this blog that you see how a regular guy can do something with himself by taking chances. Learn from my mistakes and experiences so you feel more comfortable stepping out of your comfort zone and take chances in life!
Who knows, maybe you’ll be crossing #1 off your bucket list soon!