Is lifestyle design for you? Chances are good that it is. Here are some of the most
common doubts and fears that people have before taking the leap and joining the New
Rich
Do I have to quit or hate my job? Do I have to be a risk-taker?
No on all three counts. From using Jedi mind tricks to disappear from the office to
designing businesses that finance your lifestyle, there are paths for every comfort
level. How does a Fortune 500 employee explore the hidden jewels of China for a
month and use technology to cover his tracks? How do you create a hands-off
business that generates $80K per month with no management? It’s all here.
Do I have to be a single twenty-something?
Not at all. This book is for anyone who is sick of the deferred-life plan and wants to
live life large instead of postpone it. Case studies range from a Lamborghini-driving
21-year-old to a single mother who traveled the world for five months with her two
children. If you’re sick of the standard menu of options and prepared to enter a world
of infinite options, this book is for you.
Do I have to travel? I just want more time.
No. It’s just one option. The objective is to create freedom of time and place and
use both however you want.
Do I need to be born rich?
No. My parents have never made more than $50,000 per year combined, and I’ve
worked since age 14. I’m no Rockefeller and you needn’t be either.
Do I need to be an Ivy League graduate?
Nope. Most of the role models in this book didn’t go to the Harvards of the world,
and some are dropouts. Top academic institutions are wonderful, but there are
unrecognized benefits to not coming out of one. Grads from top schools are funneled
into high-income 80-hour-per-week jobs, and 15–30 years of soul-crushing work has
been accepted as the default path. How do I know? I’ve been there and seen the
destruction. This book reverses it.
MY STORY AND WHY YOU NEED THIS BOOK
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause
and reflect.
—MARK TWAIN
Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.
—OSCAR WILDE, Irish dramatist and novelist
My hands were sweating again.
Staring down at the floor to avoid the blinding ceiling lights, I was supposedly one
of the best in the world, but it just didn’t register. My partner Alicia shifted from foot
to foot as we stood in line with nine other couples, all chosen from over 1,000
competitors from 29 countries and four continents. It was the last day of the Tango
World Championship semifinals, and this was our final run in front of the judges,
television cameras, and cheering crowds. The other couples had an average of 15
years together. For us, it was the culmination of 5 months of nonstop 6-hour practices,
and finally, it was showtime.
“How are you doing?” Alicia, a seasoned professional dancer, asked me in her
distinctly Argentine Spanish.
“Fantastic. Awesome. Let’s just enjoy the music. Forget the crowd—they’re not
even here.”
That wasn’t entirely true. It was hard to even fathom 50,000 spectators and
coordinators in La Rural, even if it was the biggest exhibition hall in Buenos Aires.
Through the thick haze of cigarette smoke, you could barely make out the huge
undulating mass in the stands, and everywhere there was exposed floor, except the
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