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Nobody ever sat me down and taught me money. I had front row sits since I was 8 years old, money fights after money fights, and it broke my heart how two loving people who werent equipped with decent regulatory functions combined with financial illiteracy kept fighting each other, not realizing it’s TWO of them … Read more
A cafe near my kids’ previous pre-school used to be our weekday breakfast spot — $8 to $10 every morning, then we’d drop the kids off next door in school. One Monday I peeled a chicken wing for my kid and realised it was Friday’s. Re-fried, dried out, sitting in oil that had been recycled … Read more
Rich Dad Poor Dad changed my life, and the line that stuck wasn’t about money. It was Kiyosaki being honest about what he wasn’t. I ran the same audit on myself, early. Here’s what it returned: Most people read that as bad news…but me? I read it as an indicator of sorts, on a rough … Read more
I woke up in the middle of the night fighting for my life…in my dream of course kakaka. In the dream I was surrounded — a slow, relentless horde closing in, and a group of us beating them back with whatever we had in our hands. They didn’t tire. They just kept coming. I remember … Read more
When I was selling MLM products years ago, I made sales. Real ones. Money changed hands. My uncles bought. My aunties bought. Friends bought. And every sale felt like proof. Years later I understood what had actually happened, and it’s one of the more uncomfortable things I’ve had to sit with: they didn’t buy because … Read more
There was a stretch of years where I thought I was an entrepreneur during the earlier stage of my life. I had business cards. I had a “team.” I had products to move and a compensation plan I could recite from memory. I went to the meetings. I made the calls. I sold to my … Read more
In 2007 I was 25 — broke, about $5,000 deep in credit card debt, and walking down a hospital corridor I’d walked a thousand times before. Somewhere along that corridor, something landed on me. Not a voice. More like a picture: if I kept doing exactly what I was doing, nothing was going to change. … Read more
Outwork the competition. Outlast them. Out-grind everyone in the room. …was trying harder. You’ve heard it. I didn’t just hear it — I built my early years on it. When I was younger, I was certain that breakthroughs were a function of force. Work harder. Pray more. Push, and push, and push again. Out-hustle every … Read more
(Previously called “When Love Dies Before The Body Does” I wanted to blame something external. A child abuse and in the end, the kid (Megan) passed away…and the details that came up in the papers…the kind that lodges in you and won’t leave. I’m not going to retell it. The details aren’t the point, and … Read more
Your parents were first-time humans too — that’s the grace. What you do with the hand they dealt you is on you now — that’s the responsibility. When we were kids, our parents seem like gods to us. They know everything, they have every answer, they never fail. Then you grow up, and somewhere along … Read more