Don’t look now, but you’re the millionaire next door. You’re the one they’re talking about. “How do they do it? They’re off on another trip,” neighbors wonder. But you don’t think like that—like a millionaire—you’ve always lived this way. It’s your way of life. You’ve saved ‘til it hurts, paid taxes, and spent what you needed—but never too extravagantly.
You wondered, a long time ago, how the other guys “afforded” the new trucks and toys. “I haven’t seen them in years,” you say to yourself now. “Wonder what they’re doing.” Chances are, if you’re reading Your Survival Guy, you know what I’m talking about. I work with successful Americans like you. I spend my days talking with millionaires like you from neighborhoods like yours.
You keep me in the know. You send me updates from places you’re visiting in the far-away reaches of the world. I feel like I’m cruisin’ with you. It’s OK. Don’t feel bad for YSG. I’m used to it. Stuck in my office working while you play. I’ve got your back. Who wants to deal with a bond ladder while climbing an ancient ruin?
And here’s the kicker. You’re happy you took the trip. But you’re happy to be home too to see family and loved ones. The life you love. And now you have new lifelong friends to boot. A true sign of a life well lived is “Home Sweet Home.” Knowing you can do whatever it is you want when you want to do it is nice. For the right price, of course. You didn’t get here being frivolous.
Action Line: Isn’t it fun being the millionaire next door? I want to hear your story. As the waiters say in Paris when they’re ready to take your order, “Tell me.”
P.S. Tomorrow, you need to hear this man’s story. “I Came from Nothing,” He Said. “I Mean Nothing.”
Originally posted on Your Survival Guy.