(This is very Backroom energy… you’ll see why) This kinda shocked me, blew my mind and everyone I shared it with felt the same…
On my chit chat with a guy called Mikey , 70 years old. From the States.
We ended up talking heaps.
One of those rare, soul-filling convos that just flows.
Smart. Humble. Grounded.
I wish I’d got a picture of us, but hey I’ve got the story.
(And he’s planning on staying in Bali, so maybe there’s a round two.)
Anyway, among all the things we talked about life, food, Bali, travels, business, AI (he’s more clued up than most 30-year-olds), one thing really stayed with me.
He told me about how his son landed an epic job recently.
How?
He wrote a handwritten letter yep, cursive (his words) and posted it.
Envelope. Stamp. Phone number. The works.
He got the job.
Because it stood out.
Because it was personal.
Because it had… confidence.
Then Mikey shared more.
That every job he’d ever gotten in his career (he used to build houses) came from him walking up and saying: “I’ll build your kitchen. You only pay me when you’re happy.”
Every single person paid him.
Not just paid him, they recommended him.
He had more work than he could handle.
He made millions before the job even started.
Why?
Confidence…
And then he said something that made me pause, like wtf
He said, “I was a con artist back then.”
I did a double take — like, huh? 🧐
Then he smiled and said, “You know what con artist used to mean, right? Confidence artist.”
So of course, this morning I looked it up. And yep, he was right.
Back in the 1800s, there was a guy called William Thompson in New York.
He’d approach people and ask
“Do you have the confidence to lend me your watch until tomorrow?”
They’d say yes.
Because he sounded so sure.
So trustworthy. So certain.
They called him a “confidence man.”
Which became con man.
Then con artist.
Sure, it’s taken on a more shady meaning now.
But originally?
It wasn’t about deception.
It was about the power of conviction.
The kind of belief that people feel.
And Mikey?
He oozed that.
But in the most honest, humble, down-to-earth way.
It wasn’t performance.
It was presence.
He knew what he could do.
He owned it.
And people trusted him because of it.
That’s what stuck with me.
Not the letter. Not the stamp.
Not the old-school work ethic (though, respect).
But the reminder that confidence is magnetic AF
And not the loud kind.
The real kind.
The kind that says
“Here’s who I am. Here’s what I do. And here’s why I know I can help.”
We talk about “standing out” like it’s some algorithmic trick.
But sometimes?
It’s just about showing up fully,
Not waiting for permission.
And speaking your truth like you actually believe it.
Thanks for the chat, Mikey.
And the reminder.
Mimi x x x
Not the tactics. Not the funnels. Not the “how to stand out on the internet” blah blah blah.
It’s the confidence-before-the-strategy stuff. The REAL conversations.
The bits you feel in your body before you can explain them with words.
And honestly… some things can’t be explained properly. They have to be experienced.
It’s $1 (yes, literally one whole dollar), mainly to keep the weird bots, trolls, and spammy nonsense out - because we do NOT have time for that poop - and because it keeps the space HUMAN
If this story landed for you, if it made you pause for a second, if something went “oh… yeah”, then you’ll probably get it in there.
See you inside. Or don’t. Either way, Mikey would approve. 😏🖤