The night before writing this, I shared this story with a fellow Denver entrepreneur. He said it sparked something in him, and asked I write about it. So now I share with you… Nine years ago, I sold a DVD course on how to get in shape with a certain kind of yoga. As the …
“I don’t understand… so how is that even a business?” he asked. I was in Fort Collins, Colorado, standing in front of a whiteboard in a shared office-space, marker in hand. Sitting in front of me was a friend of almost a decade, Jason. I had just mapped out my entire direct mail marketing plan. …
I’ve hesitated to write this next part simply because a monumental number of things happened as part of my new job, all of which contained their own weird coincidences, lessons, and amazing energetic notes as part of a much longer symphony. It’d be too much to cover. So I’ll just cherry-pick some of the more …
“Where is he?! I called him so early… now it’s too late to get a taxi… too late to get a ride… and I’m stuck.” I paced back and forth on the street corner, glaring at the traffic, demanding for my car to show up. The night before, I emailed the company’s owner and said …
I-25. Northbound. Traffic was getting denser as I approach downtown Denver. The four-lane highway turned into stop-and-go as people merged on and off. Suddenly, I saw a car plow into another just in front. Metal and glass sprayed everywhere. As I rubber-necked to view the damage, I felt fortunate it wasn’t me… Then I turned …
“Well, I’m going to put my money where my mouth is. I said I’d be cool whatever happened so I’ll be cool.” I was standing inside one of our stores, talking to a co-worker before heading outside to wave around my sign all day. A couple weeks before, I had had a meeting with my …
“What the… ” Just before opening my car door to drive to work, I noticed writing scrawled on my window. It was gibberish, but the paper notice stuck under my windshield wiper cleared away my confusion: The police noted my expired tags, and gave me 48 hours to get them updated, or move my car …
“You, uh, about to head in soon?” the man in his mid-50s asked me. It was past 5PM on a warm day, and I hadn’t realized how the time had flown by while I waved my sign on the sidewalk. “Yeah, just about.” “We’ve, uh, talked a lot so could I ask you a personal …
“It’s called The Awesome Science of Luck. I highly recommend it.” Roughly a year before I got a job as a sign-spinner, I sat at a restaurant in the Colorado mountains with my friend Jim, stuffing my face with brownies and ice cream as he watched in delight. During our conversations, Jim recommended a book …