Patrick Combs - San Diego Motivational Speaker - Keynote Speaker - Part 2
March 14th, 2011

In my previous post, I gave the set up to this post, which is a continuation of that story.

So, I arrived in Fresno, without a sing word for my new show Foolhardy, which would be opening the next day, Saturday at 5:30 p.m.

No matter how hard I tried, i still had nothing by Friday night. By Saturday at 11:30 a.m., I was sitting in a Starbucks still grasping for a single word and posting a picture of my horrifyingly blank page to Facebook. I captioned it, "The blood is dripping from my forehead onto the blank page titled Foolhardy, so I must be getting close…"

And in fact I was close to the breakthrough. Creativity often requires us to basically demand, beg, bang at the gates of the Universe calling for the inspiration, before it will finally give up the words. An earnest creative plea though is almost always answered, even if at the last hour. In my case, the words didn't just start coming, they began pouring and I wrote to keep up. I gave no thought to editing. I just did my best to keep up with the flow of one suggested sentence after another. By 3:30, I had filled many pages with my scrawl. Two hours to show time. So next I read what I'd written out without any critical review. And when I was done, at 4:30, I finally had a real reason to be gravely concerned. It's one thing to have no show that you believe will come just in the nick of time, even if by improvising in front of the audience. But it's another thing to read words that seem horribly thought out. With no time to change them.

Taking the freshly inked pages with me under arm, I headed for the performance space. Arriving only 15 minutes before my curtain call, there was already a small crowd of ticket buyers at the door. As I passed through them, my heart was on high speed. My senses where working overtime. I had 10 minutes to work with. Just enough time to give the technician my CD for opening and closing music. To set a small table that would hold my notes in front of me. A chair. And a digital recorder, a black box that would later help me understand the crash that was likely about to occur. And then they opened the doors, and as people found their way to their seats, I found my way to my knees. I pray before shows for all kinds of reasons. To remind myself it's not about me. To call for help. To remember that I do shows in hopes of benefiting the audience. To calm down. And today, to beg for mercy.

And then, the small crowd was clapping, giving me my entrance cue. As I walked across the darkened stage, I was merely trying to calm my breath. And just like that, up came the lights. And looking back at me was a room full of ticket buyers. A room full of people I'd never met before, all with a look a heightened anticipation in their eyes. As if they had confidence that they were about to be entertained. Completely unaware that only they felt that way. Completely unaware that the performer in front of them was about to jump off a cliff with new wings he'd just fashioned from feathers, wood and glue. Hoping he'd live to try again on another day. And so with them waiting for a show, and the lights up on me, I opened my mouth and jumped.

60 minutes later – and can I just marvel out loud over the fact that the show was supposed to be 60 minutes and somehow without a single thought to the show's length while I was writing it, somehow it clocked in at 59 minutes! – sixty minutes later, I had my first performance under my belt. And besides a weak last 15 minutes, I was shocked at how well the first 45 minutes went. By the end of the next performance, I had the last 15 minutes improved and I had what experience tells me is the foundation of a very solid show. In my world, that's one hell of a reward.

A line that came to me between the first and second show largely sums up the experience for me. "I've figured out what foolhardy means to me. Foolhardy means you're lacking a gene that tells you you shouldn't."

Live Foolhardy,


March 4th, 2011

Three months ago, I believe it was, I decided to begin creating my second solo theater show. After some consideration, I decided I would go forth with the title, Foolhardy. I liked the word. And thus began putting in for festivals that were far in the distant future, distant galaxies.

But then came the first surprise. One of the festivals required immediately, a 50 word description of the show. 50 words is almost as short as a Twitter post, but made significantly harder to compose when you have ZERO idea what your show is going to be about.  I needed months more time for that, but the application deadline was staring back at me demanding 50 words by 4 p.m.

"What is FoolHardy? For starters, at the time this description is due, Patrick had only the title, but no show. Not a lick. But he put in for the Rogue anyway. That’s Foolhardy. The show will be too. Chronicles of being foolhardy. Live Brave. Crash Hard."

With my 50 words accomplished, I told myself I'd work on the show script next, knowing I had months to do it. Boy can time fly.

I packed my overnight bag today for my trip to Fresno, to debut Foolhardy, with 3 performances. Woke up with not one single word of the show developed. I'm not bragging here.

On the way out the door I caught a lucky break. I discovered my first show wasn't until tomorrow afternoon. One unexpected day in a hotel room to come up with something. There is a God.

And now, I'm in that hotel room. It's 3:23, and instead of writing the show. I'm writing this. Something might seriously be wrong with me, just saying. I sit here waiting for my internal fire alarm to go off. But it seems some subconscious part of me has fallen asleep near the panic button.

I showed up. That's what matters. To get the ball rolling. That's what works.
Must grab a pen and paper. Must write something…. Soon. Time is running out.

To be continued.

From Fresno,


December 14th, 2010

December 9th, 2010


We always confine ourselves to doing things as we would. And that's our limitation. You've got to play bigger than you would.

There are three ways for you to go about going for it:

1. As you have in the past.
2. As you think to do now.
3. As someone who plays bigger would. <—-*

Most of us are trying to get big results by going for it based on #1 or #2.

But try #3. Try working on your dream as someone who plays bigger than you would.

I've recently launched a new company called MIGHT. (Might is the only word in the dictionary that means both power and possibility).

In MIGHT, we usher creatives, mavericks, dreamers, visionaries and innovators into playing bigger, with extraordinary consistency.

The #3 option above is one of the mental memes we usher our clients into because it's so good at increasing results, and breaking us out of our limititations.

For instance, MIGHT could be a small company that acquires 500 clients and supports my lifestyle nicely – and that's precisely what it will be hamstrung to do if I build it as I think to do now or have done in the past.

But for MIGHT to reach it's full potential, which is immeasurably larger than what I'm capable of, I have to move the company forward with #3 thoughts.

#3 thoughts are what drive us to pick up the phone and call a marketer who is infinitely better than we'll ever be in our life, – certainly capable of thousands of members – rather than to apply our marketing skills which are good for 500 clients at best.

The keys to winning big:

√ You must Play Bigger
√ To play bigger, you must be able to astound yourself
√ To astound yourself, you must be able to exceed yourself.
√ The most reliable way to exceed yourself is with #3 thinking.

#3 thinking works. You can actually Play Bigger than you would. Try it. It's quite remarkable really.

Next time you go to work on a big dream, instead of asking yourself, "How should I go about this?", ask,

"How would someone who plays bigger than me go about this?"

#3 thinking is a reliable and true way to Play Bigger and get bigger results.

I created six and seven figure results on three of my crazy dreams (speaking, writing and theater) by Playing Bigger.

A good player plays his game well. But a great player exceeds herself by playing bigger than she ordinarily would, with advice that abhors playing small.

Exceed yourself. Set yourself free.

Rock your might,

Patrick Combs

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