You are going to have to sacrifice in life no matter what. Why let the thing you want your life to be, be the thing you sacrifice?
In my mid twenties, I had terrible credit and was tens of thousands of dollars in debt from a personal loan used for traveling and partying. I had no secondary education, no car, no house, no investments, nothing to show for it. As Dave Ramsey says, I had been trying to out earn my stupidity for years.
In 2009, someone left the book Rich Dad, Poor Dad on one of my airplanes (I was a 27-year-old flight attendant at the time, for a small regional airline, making about $1,300 a month). I read it in less than a day.
After reading that book, I immediately stopped bleeding money on drinking every weekend and stopped traveling for a while. I started picking up shifts, doing odd jobs, and became obsessed with paying off debt. I loved it. It was a high better than anything I could buy, smoke, eat, or drink. It still is.
Ten months after reading Rich Dad, Poor Dad, I was broke but I didn’t owe anyone anything and my credit was better.
A month after that, I borrowed about 10% from my 401K and bought a house.
At the time I bought my first house, I knew only what that book told me; so here are some tips it didn’t have that would have been helpful:
Sticking an air mattress in the tiny half bedroom in the back for me, I filled the two bigger bedrooms in my first house (a single family home) with bunks to rent to pilots and flight attendants. I figured even if it only helped me pay the mortgage, it would be worth it.
I had eight beds and, within a month, I had a waiting list ten deep. I raised my prices. Suddenly I was making three times as much as the mortgage payment and was living with cool people who were paying it for me. With that one purchase, I more than doubled my income after the mortgage was paid.
A year later, my then boyfriend, now husband, bought a foreclosed duplex and we fixed it up.
-However, do your homework on this. Make sure it is the right house, the right price, the right time, and the right rental area.
We rented out the top of the duplex for what the mortgage cost us and we moved into the bottom. We rented out our guest room for even more cash flow, and stuck another bunk (making it ten beds in total) in the room we had vacated at the first property.
Then we discovered the game changer, No Spend Months. My husband and I are pretty intrinsically frugal and still this changed everything. For the next two months we didn’t spend a dime on anything that wasn’t an automatically deducted bill. Most people buy food during No Spend Months; we did not. I had just serendipitously bought a 50-pound bag of flour, and it is amazing what is actually in one’s pantry once you start eating your stores down. We may have eaten yeast-less homemade bread with mustard on it three times that last day, but we laughed about it, and we grumbled about it. Together. Because we did it together, it was a blast. And indescribably rewarding. We were so invested that we would have gone dumpster diving before we spent a cent.
After the months were up we ripped out our lawn and turned it into a massive garden. Our neighbors were inspired to grow their own food as well, so we each grew certain vegetables and swapped. The whole neighborhood got involved. No one was buying vegetables! We all became a little family.
When the gas ran out, we biked. When the bikes broke, we fixed them. Once or twice I hitchhiked. We got exceedingly creative. We learned what we were made of and we learned what was truly important. Everyday I didn’t spend money felt like I won life! It was a hell of a challenge and an exciting one. Sometimes it hurt, like it was supposed to. Sometimes it was damn frustrating, but our true power doesn’t usually shine through until we face some sort of adversity. It was supposed to change us. And holy shit, did it ever. More than anything else.
We started realizing how wonderful it was not buying stuff. Then we realized how wonderful it was not owning stuff. We started massively purging everything we had. The less stuff we had, the simpler things got and the more happy and content we were.
After a year of living a simpler life, and hugely paying down our mortgages, we borrowed the down payment from a Home Equity Line on our second house (as everything goes to debt reduction we are always cash poor) and bought another duplex. We put my mom in the bottom, for half of what we could get in rent, in exchange for taking care of all the properties. We paid for a few small remodeling projects upstairs and stuck five sets of bunks up there to make another Crashpad (as they are called). That house immediately began also making over three times its mortgage.
At that point, we were making enough money to support our lifestyle very comfortably. I quit working. A lot of people will tell you that you need a certain amount of net worth to retire, but to me, that is an antiquated way of looking at the world. In fact, in my experience, you can pretty much throw out the window everything you have ever been told about money. You don’t need a chunk of money saved (I had about $3K in my bank account when I stopped working), you simply need enough sustainable, passive income coming in every month to be comfortable, whatever that means for you.
Next, we opened up our house and had a Name-Your-Own-Price sale for what was left of our things.
After that, we bought a 34-foot, 2-bedroom sailboat and moved into a marina in the area (Saint Paul, Minnesota) for a mere fraction of what living in a house cost and we had the best summer of our lives on the water.
We rented out our side of the duplex, making even more money.
When fall came, we took our sailboat down the Mississippi River from Minnesota to New Orleans for the adventure of a lifetime. For the price of gas.
We sailed it through the Gulf of Mexico, spent a year anchored in Key West, and then lived exceedingly carefree lives sailing around the Bahamas with everything we owned. Which was almost nothing.
We lived at anchor. Which was free. We had solar panels for electricity, a water maker for water, and we ate out of the sea often. When things on the boat broke we have such a surplus of money that it didn’t matter.
Our lives are lacking in no way. In fact, our lives are more fun and full than they have ever been before.
After two years in the Bahamas we were ready for something new. We get bored every few years. We sold the boat with everything in it, packed what was left into two backpacks and moved to Granada Spain to learn some Spanish.
This is by far the best part of early retirement for me. Constant, complete, and wild change.
After that we decided to see what our country was about. We bought a 26 foot Mercedes RV and spent two years touring America. From Minnesota to Maine to Florida to Texas to California to Washington and everything in between.
After touring the United States we found a place called Saint Augustine in Florida. And fell in love. We came upon an Inn while out walking one night. I began to dream about settling down a little for a bit. Because we had the freedom to choose we decided to do it. Buckle down for 5 years, create a one of a kind Bed and Breakfast where we could have all the people we love come and visit us and we could make some serious money in between their visits. This is incredibly exciting and rewarding.
Next I think we’ll move to Africa. Who knows. Who cares. Everything is so good.
Four things happened down my road that expedited my retiring five years after learning how:
What are the things in your life that help you? Perhaps you aren’t a big drinker (seriously, the amount of money the average American spends on alcohol could buy them a down payment on a house every year). Perhaps you love your job. Maybe you have a benevolent person in your life that could help you get started. Maybe you like numbers or you like the game. Maybe you’re a handy person or a quick learner. Or just maybe you are inspired as hell right now and that will be all it takes.
My best advice, my very number one piece of advice, even before “make more money”, is this:
MITIGATE YOUR OUTPUT.
This is my favorite sentence.
MITIGATE YOUR OUTPUT.
Take your current biggest output, for most this would be mortgage or rent, and do whatever outside-the-box thing you can think of to get that money back in your pocket. Rent your extra rooms to friends or family (bunk beds are your friend here), move in with your parents or another family member for a while, just until you save enough for the down payment on a duplex. Live in one side and rent out the other side for more than the mortgage (my favorite). Build a tiny house in your yard and Airbnb out your main house. Buy a lot, build two tiny houses on it, rent one out. You are limited only by your imagination.
Ok, so now all that money is back in your pocket every month. Take your next biggest output, car for most, and get creative.
As far as vehicles go there are so many inspiring new ways to travel that don’t rely on fossil fuels. We have Onewheels. When I am rolling down the street every day, there is a huge smile on my face.
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Originally in Minnesota, we bought these great old mopeds that we LOVED riding and sold our car. We filled up every 100 miles for two bucks.
We rode them all year long in Minnesota. Because we had problems and ideas, not excuses.
If we absolutely needed to, we got an Uber. The money we spent would never come close to the expense of gas/car payment/repairs.
So all that money for gas and car payments is back in your pocket every month. Now what’s your biggest output? Food? COSTCO is your friend. And gardens, not lawns. What next? A beloved hobby? I can’t help you there but you see where I’m going with this.
All the money you save can now go towards debt reduction. Once your debt is gone? Well, eventually you’ll be like Johnny Depp in that movie Blow, when he’s got that box of money but all the rooms are already filled with boxes of money.
Note: I used to have exact numbers on here for everything I have discussed, but I found that people would use them as an excuse for inaction. “I couldn’t make that much in rent in my area” or “I need more than that.” How big the leap you take doesn’t matter and I am in no way, shape, or form telling you to do what I did. But, if you want a life you have never had, you need to do things you have never done.
Who the hell am I to be giving advice to anyone else?
I don’t regret any of what I’m about to tell you. It was expansive and I am grateful for every experience I have ever had, even if it only elucidated for me what I didn’t want my life to be.
I grew up on the East side of Saint Paul. It’s no Harlem, but it’s no North Oaks either. I was smoking cigarettes at 11, weed at 12, and trying meth at 16. I got kicked out of my first high school. At different times in my youth I made money by dealing drugs or stealing Sudafed from the drug stores in town for the local cookers. One person, from my chosen friend group in my teens, is in prison for walking up to a car and shooting three kids. Over drugs. One of the kids died, he was a nineteen-year-old, chocolate-haired boy named Mathew, who just wanted to smoke a plant and feel happy with his friends. My inseparable best friend in my early twenties has been in and out of rehab for heroin for the last 15 years. I recently heard that one of my oldest friends helped a guy rob and kill her boyfriend a couple years back. Also over drugs. I don’t know that this is true. I don’t even want to step a toe back into that world long enough to find out. Where I grew up, the only way to have any kind of power was to out-ghetto the person next to you, and loyalty was shown by doing incredibly and increasingly nonsensical shit.
If you had met me in the last ten years, this would shock you. I’m smart, healthy, and happy. I’m married to the most painfully intelligent, incredible, mild-mannered, trusting, loving, thoughtful, accepting person I have ever met. A man who is nothing like the paragraph above, who knew what he wanted to be at ten, and who never strayed from that course. I live life on vacation. I have created a life where I never have to work again. I’m surrounded by truly remarkable people who love me very much, trust me completely, and whom I would die for (though I probably won’t have to because they make mostly really good life choices).
Through empirical evidence, I can say with certainty that your life is absolutely and only the sum of your choices.
Society didn’t tell me I could believe in myself and have an amazing life. Quite the opposite. In fact, from the moment we’re born, it’s beaten into us to be “humble.” To be less than. To not talk about what we are proud of about ourselves. To not step outside the comfort zones of those around us. Only when I finally said ‘fuck that shit,’ did I live happily ever after. It took five years for me to go from morbidly broke, to comfortably retired. So, I am giving you yet another leg up that I didn’t have.
I have absolutely fallen in love with failure. I like to see what I’ll do. We failed a lot during those five years. We made some excellent financial decisions and we made some poor ones. To name a few: we started and closed a business; we spent far more money and time fixing up our second house than it was worth; and at times, we rented our places for less than we could get because we liked the people in them. We failed. Sometimes, as with the business, we failed hard. But, we learned from those experiences and we are exceedingly grateful for those lessons.
Once I shrugged off society’s way of doing things, I realized that having money had zero to do with who I was or where I came from and everything to do with how I thought about money. I realized I could have my life be anything I wanted it to be. I didn’t just realize this, I believed it, even though I was poor as hell. It’s all that “write yourself a check for a million dollars, dated ten years from now” kind of stuff. That shit should not be real, but it is!
So, today you don’t live in the gutter anymore! Stop building a case for why you CAN’T do/have/accomplish the things you think you want. I can spot these people from the first comment to me about this article. It always starts with, “that all sounds great but it wouldn’t work for me because…” If that is what you are thinking right now, it is YOU holding yourself back and STOP DOING IT.
To change all of this is going to require a level of honesty that you probably can’t imagine right now. It was not easy to intrinsically understand that it was my lack of discipline that was holding me back, that, as with just about everything, I needed to do the internal work. But the good news is that once the brainwashing went away, it got easier and easier to build the neural pathways to better habits that got me to where I wanted to be. You will find evidence of your beliefs no matter what they are. Especially about yourself. So change them.
One of the differences I have noticed in the two types of people (the I-can’ts and the boy-I-wonder-if-I-coulds) who react to this information is this; one is trying to win life. This is the mindset that keeps most people in the gutter. They do nothing, because they don’t think they can win. Good news; you are not in competition with anyone else! You actually can get better everyday. You can not get better than anyone else. We are all changing all the time. At no moment will you be done. At no moment will you have won life and then be happy forever. There is no place to get to. I have not won anything and I will never be done. Why would you want to be?? I can’t think of anything more boring. Amy Poehler wrote something in her memoir that has always stuck with me; you need to surf your life, not plant your feet.
Some people stay firmly in the suck-hole because if they deign to think they are above it, the people around them would swiftly remind them of “who they are.” Some people will always have a problem with others who drag themselves out of the mud. Those people have fought long and hard to convince themselves they can’t have anything better and, well, misery loves company. Truly believing in yourself is a great compass for finding out who your friends are and weeding out the weak in your herd.
In the cruising community, I got asked daily how we were sailing around paradise without working at such a young age. This is why this little novella exists. I hated the sadness in their eyes. I hated watching them feel all the years they worked for someone else crushing them. I hated that they had to wait until their bodies hurt to do the things they actually wanted to do. I hate every god damn text book, every teacher, and every school that actively and purposefully doesn’t teach children about financial independence; mental, physical, political, and romantic health; or anything else of any substantial importance. I’m here writing this to try and mitigate that sadness in the world.
David Viscoff said, “The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.” At some point during my journey people started asking me if I could help them. And then after we started talking, they started helping themselves. Watching them gave me a joyful peace inside myself that was so exquisite and edifying to my life that I fell in love with it. I want to make as many people successful as I possibly can. Success in the way of Tony Robbin’s ideology. I want you to do what you want, where you want, when you want, with whom you want, for as long as you want. The very best part? I don’t have to make money doing it! I am not selling anything and I make no money from this blog. The hyperlinks are only in here to get you to tools that work, faster. I don’t have any courses or workshops to help you (please don’t message me that I should, the point is to not monetize this thing) I have only this article and myself as a place to bounce ideas off of. I am here for you because it makes me feel good to help you.
We are not meant to spend the vast majority of the good part of our lives working towards someone else’s goals. It really is all very simple. If you meet someone who is where you want to be, ask them questions and listen to their answers. And NEVER, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, say anything along the lines of “that all sounds great, but I can’t because…”
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