I got robbed for $1400...

The smell of vodka clouded me like a middle school kid drowning himself with Axe body spray.

As we walked across the green grass I felt the music vibrate against my chest.

Hell, even my eardrums thumped alongside the bass of the speakers.

I don’t know what in tf he was saying, but Sean Paul was performing..

At this point in the night, I was on the verge of being blackout drunk.

A group of friends and I were at a music festival in Colombia. I was long overdue to go to one, so I went a bit hard with the vodka shots.

And that’s when it happened…

At around 12am, after 12+ shots, my consciousness up and left. Dakota was out, potato brains were in.

AKA, I blacked out.

Now, I wasn’t white girl wasted, making an embarrassment of myself…

But I was drunk as a skunk.

Drunk enough where my friend, Taylin had to help hold me up.

And that’s when it happened…

As he had his arms around me, someone ran up to him and reached into his pocket, took both our phones, and ran off.

The night went downhill after that.

Taylin spent the next 2 hours looking for our phones. I spent the those 2 hours laying around. Needless to say, we never found our phones.

But, why do I tell you this story?

Because I want you to be smarter than me and remind you to not get belligerently drunk at music festivals in foreign countries.

And…

To tell you it doesn’t matter.

Sure, it was a $1400 phone. And honestly, I was okay with it getting stolen. The blame is partly on me after all.

But I also didn’t mind because it’s money. I see it as an infinite resource now.

It’s everywhere.

Sure, a few years ago I woulda gotten angry, sad, or hateful. It was a scarce resource to me. Losing it would have meant losing months of hard work.

But not anymore.

Because I bought something nobody can take away from me

Que the Tai Lopez meme…

I’ve bought countless courses, mentorships, communities, books, etc.

I built up my knowledge and skill set because it compounds faster than any stock, index fund, or shitcoin (okay maybe not shitcoins).

And because of this, I’ve gained access to the GTA cheat code to print money.

So when I lose a phone, it’s an inconvenience, not an emotional trauma I need to go to therapy for.

Now, that’s what I’m encouraging you to do.

What if you sacrificed an hour of Netflix each night for reading?

What if you paid for a monthly community instead of 5 monthly subscriptions to OF creators?

What if you bought a business mentorship instead of a new car?

How different would your life look if you dedicated 1 year to self-education?

Why wouldn’t you invest money into downloading years of knowledge into your brain?

Something to think about.

But with that, my friend, I shall end it here.

I hope you have a kickass night and I shall talk to you next week.

Much love.

Dakota “Plz Don’t Rob Me” Robertson