I chuckle when someone sees my success and says, “wow, you are lucky.” Or when I start something new, “Good luck with that”. It’s not luck. It never was luck. I was not born rich. I cultivated it from within.
I have bloody my hands working, literally. I have lost money. Felt dispare, anguish. I have felt like I let people down. I have gone hungry. I have worked eighteen hour days. I am lucky.
Freedom is not luck. At least it isnt for me. I have made and lost money. Then made it again. Each time refining the process. The mental game that happens inside me. This is the battle that one faces who isnt not born into entitlement. It wasn’t luck.
When I left my job to be a real estate investor. My friends and family thought I was crazy, “you’re a punk kid“. Ha, weren’t they right, I was. I still made a million dollars. And, when I lost everything including my spirit. When I felt the universe or god was out to get me, or as if It had taken my power -I am sooo unlucky.
And, when I facilitated over 400 people in the art of real estate and financial literacy, of course they too said, “You are so lucky.”
And, when I said I am starting a real estate hedge fund. They said, “Isn’t it a bad time for that?” The nice way to say, you’re crazy.
And, when I am sitting on my patio looking on as the sun is swallowed by the pacific. As that green flash catches the arch of the earth and that fireball disappears into the sea. I will think, again, it surely must be luck. Oh, I am sooo lucky