I just wanted to let you know that it's been one hell of a ride!
It feels like it's just yesterday when I was standing in front of the cash machine with a balance of $72 in the bank. Can you believe it's been 10 years now?
Well, I can't.
Just a week ago, I was walking down the street with the biggest grin on my face. My wife said, "please wipe that off your face, you look absolutely ridiculous".
I had on me a black jersey-like T-shirt, a pair of fitting jeans and my trusty old Timberland shoes that I bought 5 years ago. For a moment it felt like nothing really changed.
At the same time, it felt as if everything changed.
We walked into a casual French bistro. I ordered an angel hair pasta, she got herself a Pumpkin Fagottini (don't ask me what that is... I have no clue either). We had a glass of house-poured wine to go along with the entrees.
I said, "life's good isn't it?"
About 6 months ago, I left the rat cage. It was, by far one of the hardest decisions that I had to make. You know the post I wrote about The Director when I just started White Collar Freedom?
Hah! Ironically I ended up becoming him - minus the disillusionment.
I had his paycheck, minus the Maserati and the large mortgages. I hate to do this but I have to give some credit to myself for staying true to this journey. I saved 60-70% of my large paycheck and used it to build the freedom fund.
Eventually I found a rat cage that was spitting out good benefits, insurance for my family, and various entertainment allowances. But along with that came a package of office politics, unending targets and an insatiable demand for my time.
One night at the office, I got an email from the boss. It read:
"Where were you over the weekend?! Did you just leave your phone in the drawer and go surfing all day? It is not a hard question."
I knew it was time.
I checked the freedom fund that was growing over the past 10 years. It is now almost a million dollars and it's spitting out dividends of $5000 a month. My rental properties are now generating a rental income of $2000 per month.
I was ready to leave the cage for good.
All I can tell you is that the past 6 months was bliss. My wife and I took long walks down the breezy streets, nonchalantly savoring the simple pleasures of life. We were never into extravagance anyway.
Oh, and did I also mention that the French bistro is ours? It's what we do now. I'm writing this on a Sunday night and it's the best feeling in the world to know that I will not have to take the long morning commute to work tomorrow.
Because I'm free now and I promise you that this is all real.
And it only happened because I took the first step 10 years ago to own my future.
Writing from the future,