Before real estate, I had limited financial intelligence. I really had no idea about money at all. Never made much, never had much.
I served in the Marine Corps, making a low-low income. Then I went to college, where I spent 4 years doing 12 hr shifts as a nighttime security guard, again, making low-low wages. I always justified the poor wages with statements like "I am in college, I'm supposed to be struggling. But when I start my career, you all just watch out!"
Then I finally graduated, Dean's List, with a degree in Mechanical Engineering. I landed a job here in town, and was beyond ecstatic that I had "finally made it" as far as my income was concerned. I had grand visions of all of the things I was going to do for my fiance and I, the kind of truck I would drive, the upgrades I would do to our home, you name it. I was on Cloud 9.
That was, until I received my first paycheck. What was leftover, after having worked 90 hrs in the past two weeks, was pitiful!! To say the very least. I felt cheated. Robbed. Used.
Words cannot encompass the symbolism.
I remember sitting in my bedroom, and coming to the realization that all of those visions I had were not going to come true anytime soon. Not a single one of them.
Something changed in that moment. I began reading again. Lots and lots of books. 70+ a year since I had this epiphany. And that changed everything.
Real estate reared its beautiful head, and I bought my first deal within 45 days of understanding this phenomenal wealth building vehicle.
I'm not where I want to be, but I am in a much much better position than I was after I received that first paycheck. I still have that job, as all cash is currently reinvested, but those visions I had at the start are beginning to poke their heads above the surface.