Dare To Dream In 2022

Dare To Dream

Well, I suppose it’s time to say hello to a bright and beautiful 2022!

Whatever you were up to last night, I hope you had a wonderful time ushering in the New Year.

Pragmatically speaking, it’s just another day.

But for historical, cultural, and psychological reasons it’s also one of the best days to take stock, wipe the slate clean, and start (or keep) pursuing your goals with renewed vigour and energy.

Today, I want to reflect on a post I first wrote two years ago.  And to do that, let me start by taking you to a cold January day 12 years ago.

My best friend and I were waiting to board a flight to Philly.  We were on our way to a couple of MBA interviews, starting at Wharton.

To say that I was apprehensive would be an understatement.

It had been six years since I graduated from university.  By the time I finished my studies, I had a job lined up with a big corporate.

A big campus out in the suburbs, a long commute there and back.  Good work-life balance and decent pay.  My girlfriend and I were looking to buy a place together.

The future seemed to be full of backyard barbeques and family holidays.

And yet, something was missing.  Despite being promoted regularly, I didn’t find my job dynamic enough.  Sometimes, I’d feel downright suffocated.

All the exciting stuff seemed to be happening elsewhere.

I’d go for a lunchtime walk and wonder: was I destined to be a perpetual bystander on the highway of life?

About three years after joining the company, I had enough and decided to start my own business.  A year in, it gained enough steam for me to ask for a twelve-month sabbatical.

My request was granted, and I dived right in, trying to grow the business so I never had to go back to work.

And I failed.

I won’t go into the reasons why (though I did write up my take on entrepreneurship).

What I will tell you is that it was painful going back to work.   I didn’t burn any bridges on the way out, and most people were friendly and supportive.  Still, it was clear some people were talking behind my back.

Determined to ignore them, I set about planning my next move.

By the time I was boarding that flight to Philly, I had racked up two great years at work, aced the GMAT with a score in the top 1%, and got two glowing recommendations from a couple of senior executives.

At the same time, I knew that an MBA wasn’t going to be cheap.  Tuition was $100k, living expenses another $50k easy.

My parents co-signed on my student loan, which effectively meant they put their house on the line.  I was also worried about what two years apart will do to my relationship with my girlfriend.

Suddenly, the suburban life with weekend lie-ins and barbeques didn’t look so boring.

But there was no turning back, so I found my seat, muted the voice of anxiety in my head, and tried to get some sleep instead.

Ten Years Later

Small choices can make a massive difference.  Taking out a six-figure loan to do an MBA probably wasn’t a minor decision.

But then, the impact has been nothing short of life-changing.

The years that followed have been a whirlwind.  I got into – and graduated with honours from one of the top MBA programs in the world.  I lived and worked on two different continents and three different countries.

I’ve met tons of fascinating people, including two Nobel Prize winners, a former leader of a G7 country, a Top Gun instructor,  a former US presidential candidate, visionary entrepreneurs, hereditary billionaires, and more Fortune 500 CEOs than I can remember.

And according to BA, I circumnavigated Mars (are they channeling Elon these days?) almost 14 times along the way.

Dare to Dream

I don’t always fly with BA, but when I do, I go straight to Mars!

A bystander on the highway of life no more.

Graduating with a six-figure student loan into a world ravaged by the financial crisis was stressful, especially so as my parents were on the hook.

I ended up getting an investment banking job in London.  At first, it was a relentless sequence of 100+ hour weeks, missed anniversaries, and canceled holidays.

But a few years in, my wife and I paid off the student loans.  A few more years and our net worth cleared the seven-figure mark – and kept accelerating from there onwards.

In the meantime, the hours got better – and the job much more fun.

This may well be par for the course for some, but not for this first-generation immigrant.

The first time I’ve ever been on a flight – or a subway – was when I turned 14.  I shared a bedroom with my sister until I was 19.  And I spent my undergraduate days working until 2 am to pay the tuition bills.

Still, the risk paid off.   And so did all the hard work.

No, I am not done yet.  As a matter of fact, I spend a lot of time thinking through my next episode, which may well include those weekend lie-ins and backyard barbeques.

But even if I ever do end up sleeping in on Saturdays, I will do it with the peaceful satisfaction of having put in the reps.

What About Others?

Of course, not everyone gets to go to a top MBA program and become an investment banker, management consultant, lawyer, or corporate executive.

Remember that friend of mine I flew to the US with?  He got close but didn’t get admitted.  He tried again, came close but missed the goal again.

For a bright, hard-working, and highly motivated individual, it was a killer punch in the gut.

It’s amazing what people can do if they don’t mind a punch in the gut along the way.

That friend of mine simply wouldn’t give up – and today he is even further up the career ladder than I am.  As a matter of fact, he just landed yet another big promo two weeks ago.

Top MBA?  Not required.

A desire to succeed or die trying?  A pre-requisite.  And he has it in spades.

Then there’s the other friend, one who barely graduated college.  He then hustled his backside off as a real estate agent for fifteen years – and built up an impressive property empire along the way.  So big that my own seven-figure real estate portfolio pales in comparison.

And another one, who lived with his mom until he was 30 – because they were trying to establish themselves after immigrating to a new country.

Today, he has a pretty chilled out 9-4 job, a profitable business on the side, and spends three months a year in Costa Rica with his son.  Oh, and he’s still in his early 40s.

I can keep going because somehow, my immediate circle of friends is full of people who have decided to reject the conventional life.  Who refused to succumb to the sweet inertia of a glass of wine and the latest Netflix show at 8 pm.

Who redefined what a good life looks like. 

If you are reading this, chances are you are also in this category.  For those who are well on their journey – congrats and well done.  You are an inspiration for the rest of us.

And if you happen to be just starting out, remember – the first step is the most important.  You’ve got the right mindset – now it’s all about the execution.

Keep putting one foot in front of the other and soon you will realize:  the journey is even more important than the outcome.

The Twenty Hour Week

A 9-6 job, a one-hour commute each way, and 7 hours of sleep leave you with 6 hours of free time a day.  Let’s say other commitments (parents, I’m looking at you!) take up another 4 hours.  That leaves you with two hours of free time.

Weekends are a different story.  There’s lots of life admin to catch up on, but a motivated enough individual can carve out 5 hours of time on Saturday and Sunday.

That adds up to 20 hours a week.

1,040 hours a year.

10,400 hours a decade. 

That’s about five years of working a full-time, 40 hour/week job.

The list of things you can accomplish in that time is endless.

You can perfect a skill.  Start a business.  Build a property portfolio.  Supercharge your ascent up the career ladder.

So where will you find yourself a year – and a decade – from today?

There’s nothing wrong with a glass of wine in hand and Netflix on TV – as long as they’re not accompanied by a deep sense of discontent inside.

But if that’s not what you are solving for, remember – you are perfectly capable of designing and living the dream life you have always imagined.

Time will pass no matter what.  2022 will turn into 2023.  The 30s will be followed by the 40s.

But where you will end up is up to you.

Good luck – and thank you for reading!

14 thoughts on “Dare To Dream In 2022”

  1. Hi,
    Great observations!
    I guess it should read „1,040 hours a year.“ in the available time listing.
    Best, E

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  3. Financial Imagineer

    Love it!
    Team imagineer your life here.
    If you do what everyone does, why would you expect to get something different out of it.
    Also, what got you here, won’t get you there.

    I fully agree with you that one probably needs a great appetite for unconventional life-design, adventure and risk taking, but if you prepare well and take those steps, they are so much worth it.

    Anything is possible in a decade!
    Matt

  4. Thanks for sharing! I’m new to your side and enjoy reading about your journey. I was only able to start Financial Samurai in 2009 and then leave the finance world for good in 2012.

    I think it’s great that you have the energy to write and also make a good compensation and enjoy your job. I was pretty burned up by then after 13 years. And this is despite working in equities, what are the hours are better, but the pressure to perform may have been equally as high.

    Cheers,

    Sam

    1. Thanks a lot Sam. I have good days and bad days, so far it’s been more good than bad.

      That being said, I’m only just closing in on a decade in the industry. Talk to me in 2023 and I may sing a different tune!

        1. I was in the finance department of a large multinational out of college.
          The business was basically an IT outsourcing shop.

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  6. I can’t wait until 2022, man. I set a pretty hefty goal of becoming a millionaire EOY this year. There’s a very good chance that I won’t be a millionaire EOY but I have a couple of ideas on how to get there. It’s just a matter of execution.

    Thank you for sharing your stories, they are very helpful and inspirational for the readers.

    1. Nothing like a BHAG (big hairy aspirational goal) to put a spring in your step!

      Would love to hear about your “roadmap” to $1m and your progress along the way

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