Bob Proctor, the Intercontinental, and Wolloomoloo

Bob Proctor, the Intercontinental and Wollomoloo

Bob Proctor rocked my world today.

Here’s the thing – as much as I was looking forward to seeing Bob Proctor speak, I wasn’t really prepared to be “wow”ed.

Maybe it’s because I was underwhelmed when I saw Zig Ziglar speak a few years back in New Orleans. I mean, the guy is a living legend, and it seemed to me that he’s been spouting the same quips and witticisms for 50+ years. It all just seemed a little tired. C’mon Zig, get some fresh material, huh?

But Bob Proctor. Holy cow, was I impressed.

What’s interesting is this – Bob as much as told us he’s been presenting pretty much the same stuff for 39 years. But if you were there, you’d have sworn he was just thinking of it for the first time.

Phenomenal.

Did I buy his whole shebang package? You betcha. The whole kit and caboodle. Hopefully, it’ll be waiting for me when I get back to Colorado next month. I’m kinda bummed that we have to miss his cruise this fall, but we’ll already be in Cancun for a personal development conference.

Today we moved over from our apartment to The Intercontinental – a supremely fabulous hotel here in Sydney. Sure, you’ve probably stayed in Intercontinental hotels before, but the level of service is infinitely more impressive when you go international.

We actually checked in yesterday (it’s part of the personal development conference we’re attending), but we were so tired after the welcome reception that we just crashed at the apartment. It was nice, we had breakfast with the kids and Penny (our nanny) again. Then we headed over to the conference (that’s where we heard Bob Proctor speak).

It really surprised me that he was even willing to speak to a crowd of only 500 people – we were sitting so close, it felt like a private presentation. But of course, Bob was the person who mentored the two founders of this personal development company (Andy’s home-based business), so of course he has a soft spot in his heart for them. And they can be pretty persuasive when they put their mind to something…

Truth be told, this was the smallest conference we’ve been to in nearly 4 years with this company. I think the sheer distance to travel was what had some people trapped behind what Bob calls “the Terror Barrier.”

The conference itself is at the Sydney Convention Center – right near our apartment, but the Intercontinental is about 10 minutes away by taxi. Sure, they’re running shuttle buses, but who wants to sit in a cattle call like that? Taxis are the way to go, especially on a rainy day like today.

Anyway, I was nearly as impressed with this Intercontinental as I was by Bob Proctor. As far as I’m concerned, they both overdelivered. Oh, and the food is fabulous. So that always helps!

Speaking of food – that brings me to my third topic tonight: Wollomoloo.

Wolla-ma-WHO?

Wollomoloo.

We went on down to the concierge and said, “Hey, THIS is what we want: we want to eat heaps of fresh seafood, and we want to eat where the locals eat – no touristy crap.”

Once again, Intercontinental over delivers.

The concierge recommended a place in Wollomoloo called Manta.

I cannot rave enough about this place.

It was located on Fingers Wharf, definitely off the beaten path. Beautifully decorated, and we decided to dine outside, even though it was kind of crappy out. Rainy and damp, but there were plenty of outdoor space heaters, and we were shielded from the wind.

Our waiter was divine, and the food was supreme. We scored a tremendous bottle of wine (Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand) that was an absolute perfect match.

We ate prosciutto and calamari and salmon and rocket salad and hand-cut chips with sea salt and ocean trout and whole grilled flounder. It was an ideal meal and well worth every penny (I think the bill was about $200 for the two of us). Yum yum yum yum yum!

So now you know why my day was all about Bob Proctor, the Intercontinental and Wollomoloo. And what does tomorrow hold?

FIREWALKING.

Heck yeah! More about that tomorrow…

Now for your QoD:

Are you living luxuriously, or are you just living? Are you pinching pennies or are you trusting the Universe to provide exactly what you need, when you need it? Are you living large, or squeaking by?

What do you think is the single most damaging limiting belief that is holding you back from having everything you say you want?