Thursday, August 27th, 2015
I am a huge fan of Freddie Mercury who, for those of you that don’t know, was the lead vocalist for Queen before his death in 1991. So, when Adam Lambert was coming to Madison Square Garden with the rest of the band as a sort of tribute to Queen, I made it a priority of mine to get a couple of tickets. I didn’t care so much where I got them, as long as I got them.
In my search for seats, I found someone on Craigslist who had two tickets for sale. This was one or two weeks before the concert and I was starting to realize that if I didn’t get the tickets soon, I wasn’t going to get them at all. Well, this particular seller had good seats, so I made contact to show my interest and see what kind of deal we could make.
We emailed back and forth a couple of times and I asked to meet at the box office to ensure that the tickets were valid. The seller instantly got defensive and asked whether I trusted her. Of course I trusted her. I just wanted to make sure the tickets were good. So, I assured her that I did in fact trust her and we set up a meeting…just not at the box office.
After waiting past our scheduled meet time, the woman finally showed up with the tickets and the receipt in hand. Although they looked authentic to me, I had a feeling that something wasn’t right. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, yet something felt off about the whole thing.
I decided to push my red flags down, turn off the huge warning sign and get the tickets. This was Queen, after all! It was time to set aside my concerns and pursue the one and only thing on my mind—seeing them in concert. So, I paid her the money and walked away with tickets in hand. Or so I thought.
When I went to the box office to verify that the tickets and receipt were real, I found out that my gut was right. They were both fake. My excitement quickly faded to sadness. There would be no seeing Adam Lambert with Queen with the documents I had in my hand as the only thing they were good for at that point was making paper airplanes and perhaps starting a campfire.
This made me question why I didn’t listen to my gut. Why didn’t I trust it enough to not give my hard-earned money over to someone who clearly was selling something they never had possession of to begin with? That is when I realized that I didn’t heed my internal warning for one reason and one reason only. Because I wanted those tickets to be real.
Even though I said to myself, it’s the wrong move, it’s the wrong move, it’s the wrong move, I moved forward and bought them anyway. I chose to ignore my inner-most sensors, which is a terrible mistake. Not listening to your inner voice can manifest in your business life as much as it does in your personal life.
If your gut is telling you that you shouldn’t do something, whether it is to take on a particular client or do a business deal, you may want to listen to it. Your inner instinct is picking up on something amiss. Even if you are unable to identify what that something is.
A long time ago I heard that “hope-ium” was like a drug, and I believe that is true. The more you hope for something, the more you want something, the more you will do anything to get it. Even if your gut tells you that it isn’t the best idea.
In the end, I was able to purchase true and actual tickets and see Queen, so all was not lost. However, it cost me way much more than it should have. And I learned a valuable lesson. Always listen to my gut.