I Got Robbed In Vegas & Learned The Most Important Business Lesson Ever.

You don’t have to be super-duper amazing to be successful.

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In 2010, I went to the USA with my boyfriend.

I should’ve known, in retrospect, that landing in California would end the relationship.

I was 22, not particularly in love with the guy I’d dragged there, and arrived in San Diego in May, just in time for a surf competition. I got three crushes before recovering from the 24-hour, 3-changes flight.

Don’t judge me. Did I mention I was 22?

Unsurprisingly, in August, we broke up.

I only had one problem: we had booked and paid for a 4-day trip to Vegas in early September, including flights and Circque-de-Solei tickets.

He said he didn’t want to go, so I refunded him half the price and went alone.

I wouldn’t miss out on Vegas because of a boy, no way.

So I prepared my luggage, hopped on a plane, and in just a couple of hours, arrived in my room on the 26th floor of Treasure Island.

I could scream! I’d dreamed of traveling across the USA since I was little, and here I was. Those moments were the epiphany of my youth: the years that were all about me, all about…