Will I ever meet James Altucher?

Will I ever meet James Altucher?

If you liked that hook, keep reading for the bland, expected conclusion.

What’s up guys, Jonny here from MoonChimps Media. Having a good weekend? I’m just checking in to do my daily freewrite. I did one yesterday too, but I didn’t want to publish it.

Fuck I love freewriting. I’m not constrained at all, you know? That’s where my writer’s block came from. I always felt like I was writing too colloquially. I held myself back, to make sure I was writing “properly”.

If I talk to someone or a group, I can get my point across well. My timing is good. I can come up with some decent punchlines on the spot. Now, after two years, I’m finally starting to write the way I talk. It feels extremely freeing.

One writer who has inspired me for years is James Altucher. At first his writing was too “defeated” for me, and I was almost offended by his level of vulnerability. It was confusing at first. But America loves an underdog and I love the sheer volume of product he puts out. Not just his books and podcasts, I’m most impressed by all the damn emails I get from him.

I signed up for his email list he first or second time on his site, and I’ve got hundreds¬† of emails since then. They swamped my inbox. They were all so good, but I didn’t have time to read all of them. I’d check my email the next day, and there’s be even more. He buried me with free, high-quality content.

I eventually just made an email folder called “Altucher”, and I dump them all in there. I never delete them, because why would I? They’re like a candy I stash away for later. Any time I’m stuck in an airport, I’ll just sit there and burn through the stockpile.

I gotta get a haircut today.

I mean, fuck. I was saying something, wasn’t I? James Altucher. Right.

Will I ever meet James Altucher? I’m only 26. What are the chance I’ll meet him before I’m 40? That’s 14 years. I’d say 100%. I don’t “need” to meet him, but it would be really cool. I’m a fangirl at heart.

I remember last January when I went to the BBQ of Destiny. I honestly spent like $1,000 that weekend, between the flights, rental car, gas, food, and hotel. But it still stands out as one of the “highlight reel” moments of my life so far. I was a huge fangirl about meeting Victor Pride, and I talked about it for months after. I’m talking about it right now! Haha.

It was also about meeting my peers, fellow Ronin, the young and hungry castaways.

For years, I remember waking up at 6am on Saturdays and Sundays to turn on my laptop, drink coffee, and work on “my brand”. Whatever blind, nervous attempt it was at the time. The 100+ young men at that barbeque all had the same stories. They all had the same feeling in their gut. They were born to build something, deep in the bones they know they are on this planet to build something.

There were a lot of first impressions made that day, about 100. Some of those guys were already making a full time income independently, and they did it their way.

Some people had a day job, and hadn’t made the decision yet. They were still listening to their bones and weighing a couple different paths.

And there were also guys like me and Dylan Madden. Guys who released all their demons through audio, video, and text. Guys who poured their blood, sweat, and tears online – hosted on their own .com address.

And shit, me and Dylan both rebranded around the same time – 6 months before the BBQ of Destiny or so. He upgraded to Calm and collected.com, and I upgraded to MoonChimps.com

The internet has made the world so connected, so ripe for the taking. I vividly remember the summer before I went to high school. Well really, I just remember one day that summer. My family went to Ohio to visit my Aunt for a few days. I was in the upstairs bathroom, and they had glass digital scale. I thought it looked so expensive. I got on it, and I only weighed 109lbs. I remember I was scared I wouldn’t have any friends, maybe even get bullied or beat up.

Some of my friends would end up going to the same Catholic high school I did, and some went to the public school past the 7-11. Turned out that everyone at my high school was friendly, and it worked out fine.

But I remember being scared to go to that “new” school. It’s a scary thing! It’s scary to go outside your comfort zone.

So how did a poor Polish kid from Canada end up in LA smoking cigars with Dylan Madden? And how the fuck did Dyaln Madden end up there, wasn’t he 240lbs, out of shape and depressed? Didn’t he have ADHD and anger issues?

Unfortunately for the competition (there is no competition), we were brainwashed by Victor Pride. All we have to do is follow our destiny.

So, to answer my own question a second time, I’m fairly confident I’ll meet James Altucher someday. Probably not any time soon, but eventually.

Have fun out there,

-MoonChimps Media

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