As I got out of the taxi my heart sank. Then it started pounding. I’d never been so nervous in ALL my life.
“Am I completely crazy?” the voice in my head kept saying. As I watched the taxi drive away I was frozen in fear.
Then I saw my beautiful wife walking towards me. She was laughing like I’d never seen her laugh before.
She exclaimed,”You look awesome! Let’s get inside and have some fun.”
I couldn’t see anything through the dark helmet and the fogged over lenses. Man how did Darth Vader ever breath in this thing? It’s like a sauna. A solar heated one at that.
The shocked faces of the people in line made my heart pound even more.
“What the f*#k am I doing?” I keep saying to myself over and over.
I heard chuckles from the people in line. I heard one guy condescendingly say, “Man I don’t know about all THAT.”
He was basically calling me a freak in a passive aggressive way.
I begged my wife to leave. I can’t do this. It’s just too crazy.
—-Rewind to the previous night——
At dinner we were all excited about the Star Wars themed party coming the next day.
It was May 4th, the national Star Wars “geek out” day. And I was all in. 100% committed to geeking out.
I was begging everyone to wear a costume but no one was biting. Of course my wife was in. She’s always in as long as she can look hot.
I had what I thought would be the ultimate crazy costume.
I was right. (About the crazy part anyway)
——Back to the party——
I choked as I looked in the mirror. There I was, staring at Darth Vader.
I had become that character with the full replica helmet.
And a fat suit.
But not just any fat suit.
I was Darth Vader as a fat stripper.
What is wrong with me?
For weeks now I’ve been extolling the virtues of being yourself and being selfish. To take care of yourself first.
For weeks now I’ve been walking the talk. And it’s paid off in spades. Here’s the problem. Sometimes that shit is SCARY AS F*&K! It’s not always easy to really let yourself out. To let your freak flag fly.
But after the rollercoaster ride of emotions I went through on Star Wars Geek Out Day, I’m more convinced than ever it’s the only way to live.
Was I scared? Hell yeah.
Did I have a blast? Hell yeah times 1000.
Without emotions we are effectively dead.
I’ve been semi-dead for a long time. But no longer.
My cure was a Darth Vader helmet and a fat stripper costume.
Matt “Sweating My Ass Off In That Helmet” Trainer
P.S. My wake up call came from two sources. One was my good friend Micheal Bernoff and the other was my own brain.
Bernoff showed me the exact steps to take to get anything I want in life. He teaches that here. Go there now. Your inner self is dying to learn this stuff.
The second part was my realization that SOLID email marketing is the key to ALL success online. You can learn about that here.
I know it’s scary. Believe me, I’ve pushed my own limits and it scared the shit out of me. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for the world now. I’m being myself and I love it.
If you don’t have that freedom then you are missing out on the wonders of all this life has to offer.
Go here and here to get started. Your life is on the line. Stop being semi-dead.
As Andy Dufresne in the movie Shawshank Redemption said:
“Get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’.”
And please send me pics of your craziness. It would be nice to not be alone in this. 🙂