Come meet me in NYC — my treat
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All right, weirdos. I’m feeling in an unusually good mood this week.
Maybe it’s cuz I got my teeth cleaned today. Or maybe because I walked outside yesterday with a little 10-years-of-IWT swagger, wearing a brand-new outfit and smiling at the amazing NYC weather, then hit “play” on my phone.
No matter how cool I think I am, I am reminded that my friends don’t even let me play my music at my own parties.
Anyway, yesterday I wrote the 6 lessons I’ve learned in the last 10 years.
Today, I want to do something even cooler.
Every single day, I get 1,500+ emails from people asking advice about all kinds of stuff. 50% of them don’t need answers — they need therapy. But a lot of them are legitimately good questions.
I read every email, and I respond to hundreds every day, but it’s impossible to go into detail.
As part of the 10-year celebration of IWT, I want to invite 5 of you to New York to come to dinner with me — my treat.
If you want to talk about your career, your business, psychology and persuasion, or just chat and get to know each other, we’ll have dinner and drinks here in Manhattan.
I’ll cover your flight, dinner, drinks, and your hotel. No catch, no strings attached. It’s just a thank-you for reading IWT for years.
UPDATE: The application period is closed. Thanks to the 1,000+ students who applied. I’ll announce the winners via email to conclude my anniversary celebration next Friday, August 29.
I can’t wait to hang with you in New York. Thanks for reading IWT!
P.S. I was advised to do a “charity challenge,” where the person who donated the most to charity would get to have dinner with me. While that’s a cool idea, I didn’t want to do “pay for play” — I wanted to democratize this and open it up to everyone, no matter how much money you have. So whether you’re a college student or a senior executive, you have an equal shot to win a trip to NYC, and dinner, my treat.
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