I was invited to New York by John Romaniello to talk at his mastermind. My topic was writing and copywriting and coaching and sales. It was sort of a vague topic because I riffed off the group and went back and forth with this person, then that person, which is how I like it: Intimate. Only I am having a hard time remembering some of what we talked about, since I hit my head climbing out of the cab at Penn Station and the only note I have on my card from when people were introducing themselves is, “Grocery list: Eggplant, etc.” I think it was a good conversation.
New York is not as big as I remember it. I’ve gone a few times these past couple of years and it seemed somehow smaller this time around. The buildings are still tall enough to open a few clouds and tickle that big, blue belly of the sky, or throw out your fourth cervical vertebrae, if you aren’t accustomed to such an extreme range of extension, but are not as gigantic-looking as when you first saw them as a kid. But then again, what is? Who knows. Maybe if I would have gone to the Empire State Building–but I wasn’t on that side of the neighborhood. It would have been neat to have seen that, though. I have always liked the Empire State Building. I think it is just nice.
Dr. Spencer was there as well, that ol’ rapscallion. Me and him (him and I?) are working on a rather involved project together that is about ready. You may have heard of it: Our 27 Day Fat Loss Prescription. We did a beta group a few months back. People lost as much as 30lbs in less than a month. So this is powerful stuff. Anyway, we’ll soon be opening a coaching program, with a 5 day challenge leading in.
Also – Spencer ate with the same comfortable veracity as a hog at a trough while in New York. So we (Christine and I. Me and Christine?) adopted the attitude, and then all rooted around for some delicious foodstuff. One night, we ate in a Laotian restaurant, where they gave us a warm, wet towel for our hands and wicker basket full of rice. The idea is you purify your hands, then eat the rice with your fingers. I thought this a little strange. But our waitress-lady assured us this was in line with tradition and must be done. She was a fine, friendly woman, thin in body, thick in the lips, unornamented, and greeted us with a bow. We very much enjoyed her.
And we very much enjoyed New York.
PS – My pedometer tells me I took over 25k steps that day in New York.