Due to severe sleep deprivation, (severe is a little dramatic, but you’re reading a story about a guy’s self-help experience, so you know…) due to arctic like conditions that caused a contingency from Russia, fucking Russia, to dress head to toe in winter clothing, due to the first real nutrition I’ve consumed is in the form of a Jamba Juice smoothie at the Baltimore airport, due to feeling like I’m toeing the high wire hovering above full blown sickness from the aforementioned lack of sleep, frigid conditions, and diet…
This may be a little “scattered”.
Oh and I forgot to mention something; due to the fact I just spent six days and six nights at “Emotional Boot camp” where my mind, body, and spirit were broken down in ways I didn’t know existed. I again may be a little all over the place.
For the past five days I was journaling experiences with great ambiguity out of respect to those I came across…Out of respect to those I came across…We’ll get back to “those” momentarily, but first a little exposition.
Last November I attended my first and only other Tony Robbins Live Event/Seminar. It is the highly affordable and highly motivating Unleash the Power Within. If you’d like to read about my experiences there, you can do so by searching previous blog posts. You know, the ones before I wrote about my online dating exploits.
When it was all said and done, the primary theme, for me, was we’re not alone. You’re not the only one that thinks that you’re going crazy because you can’t stop thinking about this. You’re not the only one that feels so alone while experiencing that. And more than anything, you’re not the only one that wonders if this is all your life is ever going to be.
And the other thing about Unleash The Power Within, or UPW as us Robbins fans refer to it as, it’s an adrenaline shot to the spine that lasts a solid couple months. I mean for fucks sake, I was asked if I wanted to interview for a promotion the day after I got back to a job I was intensely contemplating whether or not I should submit my resignation.
Truthfully, when I got back from UPW, you could of dared me to dry hump a radio tower 150 feet in the air while wearing a leopard print thong and I would of said:
“YES!” Made my “move” and started the climb like a 5’6, not quite as hairy, King Kong. Little Tony Robbins inside humor there.
So, with that, lets get to West Palm Beach.
Date With Destiny was introduced to not only the masses, but myself via the vehicle of Netflix. In the opening scene, we are introduced to the presence that is Tony Robbins. The same guy that flashed a huge tooth smile with his massive cranium and his hair super glued in it’s part, hour after hour, after hour, after hour every morning and every night in the form of an informercial. An informercial that used to drive me nuts when it came on at 4am because I was just about to “get off” while watching the latest Girls Gone Wild spot.
Yet, when the “This is a Presentation of Guthy Renker” credit appeared, followed by this guy telling me how I could not only get wealthy, but live an amazing life like 3 time Pro Football Hall of Famer Fran Tarkenton; I had no idea how much he cared.
I had no fucking clue that this guy cared, genuinely cared that much for his fellow man and woman. No clue. Not one goddamn clue. But there he was, telling this European with Red Shoes (Not Red Shoe Diaries, another thing I used to watch at 4am while…you know) how so many of us think our life is worthless because we had a bad day, a bad week, a bad month, a bad year. Yet, don’t realize how much we could accomplish in a decade.
That was the moment he got me.
This was followed by me Googling how much it would cost to go to said Date with Destiny. Then I was backhanded harder than tennis ball hit by Andre Agassi with the thought:
“Holy fuck this is expensive!”
Then, well, then I went to the more affordable UPW.
And after UPW was done, after the willingness to fuck a radio tower was over, after I got the job promotion, I instantly signed up for the Super Bowl of self-help, my Date with Destiny.
And I almost fucked it all up.
Why? Because I’m an easily influenced douchebag when the one doing the influencing possesses an exquisite ass.
How? By calling my rep at the Tony Robbins Institute and requesting a refund.
She tried to talk me out of it, but I fought back.
“It’s too much money.”
“I want to use the money to go on a vacation with this girl I just stared to date.”
“Because I’m in love.”
Well, when you sign up for events of this nominal value and high in demand, they make you sign a pretty ironclad contract.
But, when I freak out, I freak the fuck out!
Clearly I didn’t need to go to something to strengthen my emotional state.
So, my rep looked into it…
Good thing it took a bit, because, well, the girl, the girl I was so in love with, broke up with me a week later. Because she:
“Wasn’t feeling it…”
Peace bitch and your amazing ass.
I instantly called my rep and cancelled my request for refund.
Little did I know WHY she broke things off with me.
However, I was just secured my seat to not only find out exactly why she did, but why I have always, as I put it, “sucked at relationships”.
Funny thing though, when I arrived in West Palm, I wasn’t ready for this shit.
Not even close.
For you see, when I landed in San Jose for UPW, I was taken to the hotel, dropped my bags off and then went straight to the event. All I was worried about was walking on hot fucking coals.
So you can say there was ZERO down time. There was zero time for me to think about what I was about to do. Now, in West Palm, I had a full day.
And what was I thinking?
I didn’t want to be there.
I was scared, legitimately scared. I barely slept that night. Which kinda sucked because little did I know it would be the last “good night of sleep” that I was going to for the next 6 nights.
Definition of good night of sleep during a Tony Robbins Event: More than 5 hours.
Definition of good night sleep during, well, life: At least 7 hours.
But, this was a perfect metaphor for changing our definitions in life. And that’s one, not the primary, but one major theme I walked away with:
Change your definitions.
What was the primary theme?
Well, when we registered we received a color and a number on our name tag. The opening night, we sat with our color. The girl next to me, a beautiful young redhead was P-4. P stood for Purple.
And of course my mind raced as to why I was given the color purple.
What, did they think I was gay?
At least it wasn’t Pink…
For those that don’t know, we had to fill out a bunch of paper work prior to the event. This will be relevant momentarily.
I was P-1. (In my mind: Pussy #1) The seat next to her, the redhead, well, after we switched, was a lady from Mexicali, Mexico that was forced to go by her husband of two years in an effort to save their marriage. And yeah, her English, not so much. Which is kind of critical when you’re told to share with the stranger sitting next to you. So her and I swapped partners, this is how the redhead landed next to me, because there was a beautiful young woman that sat two seats down from that not only spoke Spanish, she too was a P-1.
Little did I know who she was.
Little did she know who I was.
Little did either of us know what God had planned for us.
Author’s Note: You’ve heard me refer to God multiple times, and I will continue to do so. Now, my faith is my faith, and I don’t care what yours is. I will simply say this, when we have something such as a God to believe in, then we can believe in ourselves, now can’t we? I’m a Catholic out of respect to those that I loved that are no longer here. However, I could eviscerate the Catholic Church. No, not because there are priests from the same gene pool as Jerry Sandusky. But because, well, those reasons belong to me, just like my faith…See what I did there?
Anyway, yeah, that night, that night we got separated into teams of 50 to 60 people. And that was the moment a man, an older man put his arm around me and told me that I was in the right place.
“Keith, do you know who Jeff Arch is?”
“No creepy old man with your arm around me at 2am.”
“Well, he wrote Sleepless in Seattle after his Date with Destiny. You’re in the right place.”
He was my trainer Randy. And I adored that moment and I adore that man. And he obviously read the aforementioned material.
He informed us that we were “Team Phoenix” and wanted us to find a “buddy” to partner up with. I looked around and well, yeah, I’m a dude. Of course I wanted an attractive female partner. It’s just my feminine energy that has long been radiating through me. For those that don’t know me: My mom is a magnificent woman that taught me two things: 1) Work ethic and 2) How to shop.
And my desperation was permeating through my pores. Until a smile, a beautiful smile looked at me. It was the aforementioned woman that sat two seats down from me.
This young woman was 30, from Ecuador, spoke perfect English, and was about to become one of the most important people I’ve ever met in my life.
The days and nights that followed were filled with much laughter, many tears, and the occasional being spat on by Tony as he “intervened” with a woman that caused us to, well, lets just say be our “Away Value of Frustration.”
We witnessed a couple find love, we witnessed suicidal people find the miracle in tomorrow, and we witnessed the person in the mirror change from a person who’s reflection we despised to a person we wanted to kiss.
We even witnessed the man, the warrior in us, kill the coward that didn’t want to come there.
For all of this and so much more, I thank you Tony Robbins for wanting to serve people like me.
Thank you for having an event that introduced me to stories that inspired me like a young black man that left a life of crime by selling everything he had to attend this event in efforts to change his life.
Thank you for having this “emotional boot camp” just to break me down so you could build me back up into a man I forgot I was. And the man I aspired to be.
And thank you for having an event that introduced me to a woman that was the perfect partner for 6 days and 6 nights that helped me discover the solutions to the problems that only existed in my head. All the while helping her discover that she IS strong enough for the life she chooses to live. She deserves to live!
While UPW motivated and showed us we’re not alone. DWD (Not Down With Disease for you Phish fans) introduced me to the pure love humanity has to offer. It offered connections to the inspired and it offered connections to the inspiring. It is the Grad school for the dreamers that are willing to work for the dreams they covet.
Date with Destiny brought me to the place I’ve been dying to see:
A little place called Hope.
And that my friends, was the primary theme.
Mark Twain once said, “I’ve seen a lot of problems and only a fraction of them actually happened.”
Clearly he went to Date with Destiny.
And go fuck yourself if you come at me with, “You know Keith, Mark Twain lived in…”
Ya douche, I know….Way to kill the fucking moment.