Epic – ep-ik – heroic; majestic; impressively great; spectacular; very impressive; awesome.
I am epic.
When I was five, seven year-old Guy Rainey stole my green boots. I tackled him, ripped my precious boots from his feet and proudly walked home with my prize.
I have a law degree.
When I was six, I kicked an old lady in the shins for telling me to be nice to my older brother.
I was voted most likely to succeed by my homeroom peers as a freshman in high school.
I lost the junior class president election to Jay Seedall and student body president election to Chris Wright before I was elected senior class president in a sympathy vote. Something can be said for persistence.
The Rotary Club elected me Youth of the Year for Idaho in 1990.
As a fifth grader I went undefeated in wrestling in the 55-pound class. I won my first match by choking a boy in a headlock until he cried.
As a junior in high school, the football coach told me I was getting pretty big…for an 8th grader. I decided not to play football that year.
I have five children: Parker, Katherine, Andrew, Ethan and Dylan. I helped deliver Andrew and Ethan. I got dehydrated doing my part to conceive Dylan and was sick for a week.
I can drive a golf ball far, but I am a lousy putter.
I have eaten sushi in a 300 year old Japanese restaurant, tasted some nasty fish soup in Taiwan, got lost at 3:30 in the morning in the Netherlands, fought in the octagon with a former champ, jumped out of two airplanes, got run over by a car on my motorcycle and filmed my own leg surgery, raised millions of dollars for my companies, surfed waves of wind on a mountain top and once flew from Taiwan to Japan to Chicago to Amsterdam in the same day.
I am 42 years old, I am 5 foot 10 inches tall, I weigh 170 pounds and I can Cross Fit with the 25 year olds.
I have moderately high cholesterol and I use Rogaine to prevent any more of my hair from falling out.
I almost worked for the CIA as a recruiter. I would have made the perfect assassin because I am perfectly forgettable. However, I would have had a problem with that killing thing.
I am a regular top income earner and executive in network marketing and I have been married to a beautiful blonde since 1998. We got engaged on the top of the fertility pyramid on trip for top performers to Mexico.
I am epic.
Whether or not you agree with my self-appointed title of “Epic” does not matter. After reading the hodge-podge of bullet points from the first 42 years of my life, my purpose in writing is to help you too to become epic.
I have spent more than a decade making videos about other people, telling their stories, helping them make money and become compelling to others. I want to help you to become Epic and then help others to do the same.
Life is meant to be lived. Money is meant to be earned, saved and occasionally spent on things that just make you happy. I have money, but I want more of it. I have friends and I cherish them and what they bring to my life. I hope you also want to make more money, surround yourself with more friends and be more epic.
Becoming epic will help you feel comfortable in your own skin and helping others to do the same. When you understand there is an epic version of you, maybe you will set bigger goals, live life more, help more people and have the confidence to achieve heroic, majestic, impressively great, spectacular, very impressive and awesome things.
It’s time to be epic.
What to look for next: Epic Rule #1 – Voluntarily Suspend Disbelief – Believe Baby Believe
Proof of Epicness, (feel free to tell me how epic you are and provide evidence too):
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I am Epic
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