How to Drink Free Coffee.

The Coffee Challenge.  Heard of it?  Here’s how it works:

Go to a coffee shop and order a coffee — a water, a pastry, a venti mocha frappa thingy — it doesn’t matter.  Then, ask for 10% off.

That’s it.

Simple enough, right?

I was listening to the Tim Ferriss podcast recently when this so-called “comfort exercise” was brought to my attention.  A terrific idea, I thought.

The point being that many of the limitations (I’d say the majority) we experience in life are completely self-inflicted.  Get a degree, don’t turn right on red, save now, spend later. What I like to call “thinking under the influence.”  (Some day they’ll issue tickets).

On the one hand, the Coffee Challenge is a direct shot at “the system.” In actuality, however, it’s less about rebellion than it is yoga for your comfort zone.  The idea is to stretch it by doing one of the most basic, yet daunting of human activities…

Asking for what you want.

MY COFFEE CHALLENGE EXPERIENCE

Full disclosure: The coffee establishment in this experiment, I have frequented more than once. I’m familiar with the people. That said, I’ve never received a discount on anything… EVER.  It’s not one of those places.  In light of my familiarity, I decided to raise the bar and ask for a free coffee instead of a discounted one.  Here’s how it went down.

Me:  Hi.  I’ll have a double macchiato, please.
Worker: Sounds good. Would you like the single origin? (That’s the fancier stuff).
Me:  Yeah, let’s do that.

With an aim to be calm and present in my request, I wait patiently for the tallied total before dropping the bomb…

Me:  Can I have it for free?
Worker:  Uhhh… yeah, sure.

Wow, that was easy. Almost too easy. I was kind of expecting a little bit of a struggle, but hey, I believe in a benevolent Youniverse.  Free coffee here I come.

Worker:  That’ll be $2.93.

Hmm… we must have different definitions of “free.”  Ah, I get it.  We’re playing it cool because there are other customers around.  Gonna pull the old “fake credit card” swipe.  I dig.  Wink wink.

And then, as I reach for my wallet, I realize that this isn’t the case at all, but a simple lapse in communication.  He didn’t charge me for the fancy espresso — that’s what he thinks I want for free, which perfectly arrives at, of course, 10% off – the original task.

For a split second, I consider accepting the discount and calling it a day.  You know, one of those can’t-say-I-didn’t-give-it-a-try copouts.  But let’s face it, I wouldn’t be able to walk away fulfilled with my attempt. Why?  Because that’s NOT what I asked for.  Whether I get the free coffee or not, I don’t care.  But clearly delivering my desire, that’s a must.  Carry on now, T.J.

Me:  Oh no, sorry.  I’d like the whole thing for free.
Worker:  The whole thing?!?  (Said with a cryptic laugh).
Me:  Yes, can I have a free coffee?

He’s not so much laughing at me as he is impressed by my request (of course he is).  Steadily, I smile right back at him, a gesture confirming my sincerity. Now, he seeks to understand.

Worker:  Are you strapped for cash or something?
Me:  No.
Worker:  Waiting on a check?
Me:  Nope. (I could lie and play the pity card, but that would sully the intent of the Challenge).

Now he’s really thinking.  It’s written all over his face.  So this guy doesn’t want the drink upgrade and he’s not down on his luck. And then, like a child grasping its first word, I watch it all register.

Holy shit! I think this guy might just be asking for what he wants. That’s it.


Worker:
 Alright, just tell the barista what you’d like.
Me:  Thank you.

As I walk away, he’s grinning from ear to ear. No ire or even a hint of discourtesy. Just a big ole I-have-no-idea-what-just-happened-but-I-respect-the-hell-out-of-you type of smile.

 

And that’s how you drink free coffee.

THE TEN COMMANDMENTS OF ASKING

1. Clarity is king.
You can never be too specific. That’s right, even the word “free” can get misinterpreted.

2. Ask as if.
Imagine, visualize, and bless the intent with Victory. This is your request. Everything is better when it’s qualified with Love.

3. If it’s a No…
Be gracious and appreciative. Humility goes a long way. Plus, you’re a badass just for asking.  And that’s the whole point.

4. If you’re uncomfortable asking…
…that’s because it’s important to your soul’s purpose. Nerves get a bad rap. Work with them by following through.

5. Brevity is your ally.
Short and sweet always does the trick.

6. Buy this book.
Read this book.

7. Stay detached.
Showing up is your only job.

8. People want to help.
They always have and they always will.

9. Sometimes you have to ask twice.
And that’s OK.

10. You don’t ask, you don’t get.
Gandhi said this.

Bonus commandment:

Keep things in perspective.
Whether it’s a napkin or a coffee or a raise in salary, remember:

You’re only asking a question.


AN OPPORTUNITY FOR YOU

Try your own Coffee Challenge.

In the comments below, feel free to share your experience.

Happy asking!

 

Victory Stories: 15 Reasons to Continue your Pursuit Today.

Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team.  He’s the greatest to ever play the game.

Warren Buffet failed to get into Harvard Business School.  He has 44 billion dollars.

Harry Potter author J.K. Rowling had 12 publishing rejections.  It’s the best-selling book series of all-time.

Walt Disney was fired by a newspaper because he lacked “imagination and had no good ideas.”  Mickey Mouse, anyone?

Steven Spielberg was rejected multiple times by USC film school. Résumé check: Jaws. E.T. Indiana Jones. Jurassic Park. Hook. Schindler’s List. Saving Private Ryan.  Catch Me If You Can.  Lincoln.  Need I say more?

Some woman named Oprah was fired as a television reporter due to being “unfit for TV.”  I think she had a talk show…

Marilyn Monroe was kicked to the curb by 20th Century-Fox due to being “unattractive.”  She’s an icon and a sex symbol to this day.

The positive reinforcement of Thomas Edison’s teacher’s?  “You’re too stupid to learn anything.”  He invented the light bulb.

Harrison Ford was told that he didn’t have what it takes to be a movie star. He makes 20 million per film.

Elvis was fired after one performance at the Grand Ole Opry. His parting words?  “You ain’t goin’ nowhere, son. Ought to go back to drivin’ a truck.” Aren’t we glad he didn’t?

Julia Roberts failed to land a role on the daytime soap opera “All My Children.”  In 2000, she won an Oscar for Best Actress.

During his first standup performance, Jerry Seinfeld was booed off the stage. His sitcom “Seinfeld” was voted the #1 TV series of all-time.

Abe Lincoln had no more than one year of formal education. He ended slavery, lives on the penny, and is considered one of the greatest American presidents.

Soichiro Honda applied for and was turned down for an engineering position at Toyota. Instead, he founded Honda.

A recording company told four boys from Liverpool “we don’t like your sound” and “guitar music is on the way out.”  They were The Beatles.

Whatever you LOVE.  Whatever you’re here to do…

Continue the Pursuit.
Continue the Pursuit.
Continue the Pursuit.

Keep pointing forward.

And I’ll keep reminding you.

A Mantra for Result Junkies (and Anyone Withholding their Shine): Rise. Radiate. Release.

I’ve stared at my laptop for hours on end.  Many a day. Even greater a night. I’ve swip-swapped words (thesaurus, please!), picked apart sentences (uh yeah…delete), scrapped paragraphs (CUT!), and completely canned ideas – really good ones – within a length, sometimes a nose, of the finish line (don’t Save…like NEVER ever… do Macs have an Avada Kedavra button?).

And in these moments of self-piteous/self-deprecating/self-loathing/(insert the unflattering adjective of your choice here) paralysis, no pep talk or pat on the back or couch session with Jesus Christ himself could convince a fiber of my being that I have a gift or just may have created, and subsequently trashed, something of value.  Let alone to share it with the world.

For awhile you stick with the basics… I’m a perfectionist. It could be better. Oh, but they won’t understand. Ya know, the self-soap opera no one really believes.

Last summer for example. I created a manifesto for this site. Three week process. Poster-style. Self-editing, hired-editing. Arranging and rearranging. A total labor of love. This was, in my mind, a viral credo waiting to happen. An I’m-gonna-walk-down-the-street-and-see-it-tattooed-on-a-stranger’s-back sort of hit. Straight up California dreamin’. Or just plain visualizing. However you want to look at it.

After several days of writing and rewriting, I decided to give it some breathing room. A day. Maybe two. A week tops. To reset and reframe. (Side note for creators of any kind (if you’re human, this is for you): Fresh eyes and a fresh psyche are crucial to any passion project. And just good ole meat-and-potatoes life advice.)

Which brings me to last week when I’m thumbing through my files in search of a blog lead. And there she is… the manifesto… buried in a miscellaneous folder. I give it a read. And then another. And then one more just to be sure. Turns out it’s quite good, might I say.  Stirring.  Direct.  Ripe as can fucking be. That’s right, ripe.  As in ready, fit, overdue.

Don’t let ripe turn to rot.  Spirit Calls can be very time sensitive.

Did I forget about the manifesto? To a degree, yes. Was that why it lived in a computer closet?  Not a chance. My failure to launch probably had ties to creative anality, of that I’m sure. Its thickest root though was an unconscious attachment to the outcome. Never beneficial and a total dream killer. The divine takeaway:

Rise.
Radiate.
Release.

The number of eyes that read the manifesto (coming this summer, by the way), that’s far beyond my capacities (and antithetical to why I create in the first place). The attachment to the result, and whether I let it squash my Expression, well, that’s just a choice. Cause guess what?

I did my duty.

I sat in the seat.

I laid it on the page. Every last letter of my Shine.

I showed, I glowed, and now, with a focused but flexible intent, I’m gonna let it go.

All of it.

Why?

Because I know the Youniverse has my best intentions. And if you want to physically let go, you gotta spiritually let go… of the job interview, the relationship, the six-month plan, the five-year plan, the audition, the manifesto.

Release your masterpiece.

The seed is in the soil.

The elements…

They’ll take care of the rest.

 

TJ

 

 

5 Tips to Spiritual Hygiene or (An Impromptu Guide to Internal Upkeep).

1.  Live by something.

I call this our Code. Call it what you please. Or nothing at all. It doesn’t really matter. What matters is having something to stand on. Not for, but on. These aren’t beliefs. They’re truths. Your truth. An oh-so-sacred set of Self-science. There’s nothing to figure out. It’s already written. Listen and it will find you. As will your freedom.

2.  Give thanks for something.

Write it. Sing it. Paint it. Say it out loud. Like a fine wine, gratitude is most effective when you let it breathe. Keep the circuitry flowing by physically announcing your appreciation. The Youniverse has ears, ya know? Plus, it just feels good.

3.  Explore something.

The more I play this game called Life, the more I’m reminded of the importance of fresh activity. Daily disciplines are great and dandy and grounding and everything, but should only be used for foundational purposes. Your Code now, that’s your anchor – its role is to buttress, never immobilize your curiosities.

Don’t forget to explore new docks.

4.  Connect with something (aka Feel Big).

Your favorite essay. A hilarious movie clip or guitar riff. That heartfelt story on the back of the cereal box. Hell, look into the eyes of a young child or the joyful gaze of your dog for a few seconds. It’s all God, just different shades.

I find it healthy to get spiritually jacked up at least once a day.  (I watched this video for a month straight at one point). Fired-up feelings catapult consciousness and creation.  Feed the beat.

5.  Breathe.

I’m a sharer, not a preacher. If I were to ever gospelize a single dictum to the planet though, breath would be my go-to. “The body follows the mind, but the mind follows the breath,” said a really old yogi, a really long time ago. Cliff notes?

Breath drives the vehicle.

Stay with it,
stay in the moment.
Stay in the moment,
mastery made manifest.

Call me a gravedigger, cause I’m gonna bury this into the ground.

 

TJ