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Had a wholesome, full circle moment today during an install. Got to this beautiful house deep in the woods. Nice old retired couple. They kept apologizing for talking to me so much. They wanted to know where my name originated from. My story. My business. They go “we need to let you work, but you’re too interesting to talk to.” Lol. Did my walk around. Told them I’d leave some of the existing system as-is. I told them “whoever installed this back in the day did a good job.” They agreed. I started to replace a few lights. An hour later I hear them in the living room complaining about their old electrical contractor company. How the service used to be amazing and now it’s garbage. And that’s why they called me. I eavesdropped and chimed in. “Yeah, they sold the company a while back.” The woman lit up. “That makes so much sense. We used to have the best guy who would always come and fix everything so quick.” I said, “Yeah they used to be a great company. My dad actually worked for them a long time ago.” They both jumped off the couch and said, “Wait a minute! The electrician who used to fix everything. He was Bosnian too!” They looked at each other. “What was his name?” I asked, “[insert my dad’s name]?” “YES!!! Oh my god, we loved your dad. He’s the one who put this whole system in.” The woman looked at me and said, “Oh my god! I had a gut feeling about your company that’s why I called you! I can’t believe it! Last time he was here was 20 years ago! You can move in right now if you want.” Her husband goes, “Do you want a drink?!” The same system I replaced today. My dad installed 20 years ago. And to think I complimented his work without even knowing it. Legend.

My family came to America in 1997 after the Bosnian war. Parents fled Yugoslavia in a Yugo car with two grenades under the dash. If the enemy killed my Dad, my mom would blow herself and everyone else up instead of getting gang raped. Something that happened frequently then. Drove for days. Stopping at gas stations to rummage through the trash for moldy bread to eat. Finally got to Germany. Lived there for 5 years, had 2 kids. Cleaned toilets. Worked on construction sites. We all lived in a one room apartment. Papers ran out. Back to war you go. Either that, or The United States of America. The magical words. The life changing words. Was a no brainer. My parents, my brother, and myself. 30, 29, 4, 1 year old. 2 suitcases. Pocket full of cash. We went on food stamps for 1 week. 7 days. Before my Yugoslavian college educated, proper, well spoken Mother became too ashamed to take government assistance. So she scrubbed toilets in the evening. Then went to work at the battery factory at night. Swallowed her ego. Enrolled in community college during the day. Graduated with a 4.0 GPA. Then bachelor’s. Then masters. Then teacher. Then professor. G. My dad worked around the clock. Don’t really have memories of him from when I was younger. That’s how much he worked. He was the rock. No emotions. Man of few words. Grove up in extreme poverty. Small town in Bosnia that will go extinct in 10 more years. They did all of that, while raising, and giving me and my brother EVERYTHING. We started from 0. We are worth $10,000,000.00 now. From 0. All of us rich in the most important ways. Healthy. Happy. Safe. Blessed. Together. GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. Luck is worthless. You create your own luck. Preparation + Opportunity = Luck We’re going to argue generational lotteries? Seems trivial. That’s like arguing about the sun. Some things we can’t control. You know what we can control? Ourselves. Get to work. It might be harder for you than it was for us. Might also be easier. You’ll never know if you don’t try. Thinking anything but IT IS ENTIRELY UP TO YOU. Is already admitting defeat.

I love capitalism. I just did a quote for a massive construction company. As I walked through their offices, I found a huge room of blue Fastenal vending machines. They were filled with tools, drill bits, blades, hardhats, etc. Each one had a price on the window. Intrigued, I asked the owner what is the story on these. He mentioned to me that Fastenal comes in and stocks up all the different types of tools and PPE this specific construction company needs. Everything is priced way above Home Depot or Lowe’s prices. The construction company only pays for the tools or items whenever somebody actually “buys” them vs stocking 200 hard hats at once or keeping inventory of miscellaneous tools. This saves the company countless hours of labor since the employee doesn’t have to go to Home Depot or Lowe’s aka travel time, walking around the store, and scrolling on Instagram in the parking lot. Less time shopping for tools = more time working and charging the customer. Owner said no matter how much they spend on the parts in these machines, they save ten fold on labor. Of course the machine also automatically tracks when inventory is low and a guy comes out to fill it back up. Fucking genius. Only in America! 🇺🇸🏃🏻‍♂️💨🏁

I met my girlfriend at a bar in 2022. Love at first sight. At that point I was 25 years old. Moved back in with my parents to save money. Bought and renovated a duplex. And was making $60k a year. She was on food stamps, paying $70k/yr for Physician Assitant school, with $1,200 in her bank account. We did long distance for a year. When she visited me, she stayed at my parent’s house. 2 weeks after meeting, we started dating. 6 months in I took her to Europe. 1 year later she moved to my hometown. Today? We’ve been together four years. Planning on life together. I’m on track to make over $500-600k this year, most likely more but I’m being conservative. My girlfriend will make around $180-190k this year. That’s ~$7-800k a year. Average couple around us makes around $120-180k. We still live way below our means. No designer bullshit. Drive a Chevy Silverado and a Ford Bronco. She prefers to shop on FB marketplace and thrift stores for the charm with the occasional higher quality boutique splurges. Our glassware is brewery glasses and mason jars. Our cutlery is from Macy’s. I wear $3 shirts daily and Banana Republic outlet fits. None of this is by intention or that fact that we’re cheap. We just don’t know any better. We grew up lower class. We met, what feels like, yesterday. From lower middle to middle class families. We were two broke kids who fell in love. 4 years later we’re two adults with more money than we can spend. It takes a while for that new money mindset to creep in. To us, spending a couple hundred on random “luxuries” is still hard to do. But truthfully, living well below our means makes our lives way easier. As a man, who you choose to be your Queen is the most important decision you will make. The right one will help you build your empire. The wrong one will cost you everything.

Just bought my Dad a Rolex. $10,400. 💸 More than well deserved. He brought us here to the US when I was 11 months old. Family of 4 at the age of 30. Refugee. Worked 2 jobs. Side jobs. Learned his 3rd language. Helped raise us. Was always there for us. Started working for himself. Taught me everything I know about life, real estate, money, relationships, etc. He grew up incredibly poor in Yugoslavia (now Bosnia). 500 sqft home. Family of 5. No car. Parents were an arranged marriage & had no formal education. He gave us the world, so the least I could do was get him something unexpected. 2 years ago I asked the Rolex dealer, in my area, to put me on the waitlist for a Submariner. She texted me the other day, “you got the allocation.” His birthday is this month. Did the stars align? Maybe. At first I didn’t have much interest in the watch, was in the middle of working when I got the text. Then I remembered why I even asked to be on the list, in the first place. It was for my Dad. Fuck it. Sometimes, you have to do what feels right. Not what makes the most financial sense. We only live once on this Earth. The money? I’ll make it back. Memories & time spent with my Dad? I only get one shot at that. I knew that on my deathbed one day, I’ll think back to the day he teared up and couldn’t look at me, when I told him I’m buying him his dream watch. Za moj jedini Tata, nek si ti meni ziv i zdrav jos sto godina. ❤️💪🏼

Late 20s start to expose you. Your early 20s? - Big talk - Big ideas - Big dreams - Big excuses - Plenty of “next years” But now 30 is closing in. And deep down, you know you’ve been doing things wrong. Good. That pressure you feel? You need it. Because self-accountability is the only way out. You cannot win at life without it. It’s very simple. You get what you deserve in life. *barring true uncontrollable events. - Your physique - Your job/business - Your bank account - Your family - Your daily life It’s all a reflection of your choices. The second you admit: - You’ve wasted time - You’ve lied to yourself - You’ve avoided the work - You’ve made excuses Everything starts to change. Most people never get there. They hide behind: - The economy - Bad luck - Their boss - Their parents - “Mental health” Blame is easy. Accountability is brutal. But accountability works. The shift happens when you start owning everything. You’re late? Should’ve left earlier. You’re broke? Should’ve worked more hours and saved more. You’re fat? Should’ve eaten better, and trained harder. You’re “behind” in life? Should’ve made better decisions. Every little excuse compounds into your character. But once you take full ownership, the growth is scary. - You become disciplined - You seek challenge - You stop fearing failure - You start winning I’ve been on both sides. - Broke - Bitter - Depressed A loser. The day it changed was the day I said: I’m the problem. And the only way out? Is through. Take full accountability for everything. And start small. Every problem? Blame yourself. Be accountable. Learn from mistakes. Analyze everything. And move forward. The choice is always yours. The person they bury one day will be the person YOU built. No one else. Build someone today that you’ll be proud of tomorrow.

Growing up there was a kid in my high school from a rich family. He would always talk about this one stock nonstop and how it was going to change the world. I vividly remember the lunch room conversations. This was around 2014. He never planned on going to college. Was always working two or three jobs. Was a stoner. And only talked about money and investing. He wasn’t popular. More of a prep than a jock. Didn’t really fit in anywhere. Just did his thing. People would always ask him why he was working so much. Why he wasn’t focused on college or taking over his family’s real estate business. He had his own plans and didn’t care how it looked. Last I heard he made a few million. Moved out west. Bought a big farm. Grows a lot of weed. Just travels all the time. Every now and then I see him pop up on my Facebook doing some random biking trip in the middle of nowhere. Different state. Different country. That one stock he kept putting all his money into? Tesla. Lessons? Trust your gut. Stick to your convictions. Think long term. Don't listen to brokies.

Quick sales tip. If you need somebody’s email, look up the public company email on their website. Ex. ____ @ 123hvac . com Call reception and say: “Looking for [person’s name] email, he left me it on my voicemail but it cut out just before @ 123hvac . com.” Works every time.

I’m officially a millionaire. 28 y.o. Current Net Worth 4/6/25 Total: $1.002 M 📈 Tracked NW since I was 20. 💰NerdWallet: $762k 🛠️Biz Cash: $117k 🪙Crypto Holdings: $21k 💵Cash: $19k 🧾Business AR: $83k (instead of my business’ worth) Here’s what I learned on my journey.🧵

Buenos Aires is interesting. Thought it would be more first world than it is. Which, as a traveler, I like. Less rules, more common sense. Was definitely surprised to see the state of the neighborhoods just outside of the city. Very poor. Palermo is nice. If I lived here this is where I would be. Another hipster Brooklyn type of neighborhood infused with South America. Good food. Good looking, well dressed people. Fun vibe. Idk if it’s because I have real money now but everything feels borderline free here. Ubers for $3-5. Brunch for $12. 9 course Michelin quality dinners for $150. World class leather jackets and loafers for a fraction of what it costs in America. Service here is great, and the people are very nice. They never rush you while you dine, but they do show up when you need unlike Spaniards who go MIA for 4 hours when you’re looking for the check. Lol. Weather feels tropical but it’s not. No iguanas crawling all over like in Costa Rica. Streets are dirty, but that’s common city shit, similar to a NYC. One thing in Buenos Aires that they got right for sure is the trees all throughout the streets. Keeps the calm, natural vibe. Yerba mate is fire, will definitely start drinking it. Markets galore here, which I like. Tomorrow we’ll do their biggest market San Telmo and a Boca Juniors game to follow. Overall, I’m still not a fan of big cities no matter where I go. Been to many countries, and many cities all throughout the world. Still not a city guy. As for the steaks? Azorean steaks are superior to Argentina’s imo. Although I have a reservation at Fogon Asado tonight so that may change in the next few hours.

Life just got a lot more interesting. Reminder to all, you can just do things.

Hormozi can’t save you. You don’t need more info, you need execution. Another man won’t make you a winner. Only you can. He made $100M selling a book about making $100M. Respect the game, don’t worship the player. The real info isn’t the book. It’s the execution of the sale.

You can do it all in your 20s. Anyone who tells you otherwise, just couldn’t do it themselves. Your 20s is everything. All at once. Go to school. Get a job. Have fun. Travel the world on a budget. Go out every weekend. Drink too much. Fall in “love”. Get your heart broken. Fall out with friends. Hit rock bottom and build yourself back up from nothing. Try hobbies. Get a second job. Start a side hustle. Make mistakes. Day trade. Lose money. Try every “get rich quick” scheme. Watch side hustle fail. Spend money. Chase a higher ceiling job. Build real skills. Travel more. Cut the consumption. Quit the vices. Eat healthier. Delete social media. Delete the dating apps. Sell the game consoles. Turn off the TV. Double down on another side hustle. Start a business. Budget. Save every dollar. Travel again. Fall in love for real. Triple down on work. Train every day. Invest. Save more. Invest more. Buy real estate. Take over your parent’s finances. Hire your first person. Then your fifth. Build systems. Start another business. Make more money than you ever imagined. Retire parents. Travel more. Buy the car. Get engaged. Buy the house. Have a kid. Become the man you wanted to become. You can do all of it. In one decade. People will tell you that’s not realistic. That you have to pick a lane. You’re either the fun one who didn’t work hard or the successful one who didn’t get to live. The traveler or the saver, the dreamer or the provider. That’s cope. You can do every single thing on that list if you want it bad enough. I’m living proof, I literally did all of those things by 29, and I really only started at 23. If you act when you think. If you learn when you fail. If you take accountability and never blame. If you stay focused on yourself. If you don’t waste your energy and time on endless consumption. You will win. The only people who can’t do it all are the ones dragging their feet waiting for permission, and waiting for someone to come do it for them. Stop waiting. Start doing. Write the thought down the second you have it, then go execute it before the day ends. Once you build yourself into that person in your 20s, you become the investment that compounds faster than anything on the market. Don’t worry about what others are doing. Don’t worry about making the right decision. Don’t worry about winning as easy and as fast as possible. Action and speed above all else. The man you build in your 20s is the man you live with forever. Invest now. Compound later. You’ll thank yourself in your 30s.

As I leave the city of Buenos Aires one thing stands out more than the Parisian buildings, the steaks, the soccer, the climate, or anything else. That one thing is the people. Simple as that. Argentinians are incredible. Proud. Caring. Funny. Hospitable. And energetic. Didn’t meet a single one who gave off a bad vibe, even the suspect looking ones. Lol. They got that European lifestyle and vibe, with the Latin American strength and grittiness. They are now only behind Irish people for me (Irish people are one of a kind). The city itself and what I saw of the country was a second world country that clearly used to be in a better state. From talking to the locals it seems they had the same fate that the US is now dealing with. Huge welfare state. Over regulation. Corruption. Spending more than you make. Huge wealth gap. Inflation. Bad financial decisions, one after the other. You can tell the infrastructure is still there in the main parts of the cities from the 1900s, but outside it’s not the same. As I drove and walked around I drew a lot of similarities between the cities in the states and the one I saw in front of my eyes. Overall, human nature is undefeated and the patterns always remain the same. The big difference we have going for us in America is the checks and balances that the founding fathers created, for now. That’s all for now for my quick BA take. Up tomorrow morning for our flight to Chile and to keep the adventure going. All the while I answer emails, Slacks, and texts about the bag back home. Life, work. Work, life. It’s all the same. Just blessed to be able to have the health and wealth to travel the world one country at a time.

Regarding nicotine, caffeine, weed, porn, or any other addiction. You have to understand that addictive energies are very powerful forces. The problem is most of you use your addictive energy in your mind for the wrong things. You’re spread too thin. You’ll find some cope reasoning like “nicotine makes me feel dialed”, “I have unlimited energy with caffeine”, or some other cope. My question to you is do you have the life you want? Are you a multi-millionaire? Do you have the body you want? If the answer is no, then it sounds like you are wasting your fucking energy. I will let you in on a secret. When you overcome an addiction of any sort, whether it’s nicotine, caffeine, porn, gambling, whatever, you effectively proved to your own brain that you are a winner and that you will do whatever it takes to win and you better yourself. This leads to an internal confidence and aura that you cannot put a price on. There is no way to quantify the ROI on this belief and discipline within yourself. So what happens to that addictive energy once you capture it into a bottle inside your mind and beam it towards the right direction? You become fucking unstoppable. I have an addictive personality. But I choose to use that energy wisely. What is my addiction? It’s to myself. Somebody may call it obsession. Somebody may call it addiction. Somebody may call me a workaholic. Nonetheless, I would not have the time or energy to be so obsessed in something that is so productive if I had seven other vices that I’m addicted to. If this goes over your head, please reread this tweet. This is one of those 200 IQ things that you have to truly know to know. If you can some way, allow this information to break through your thick skull, and to actually see what I am saying is true, versus coping and losing to yourself just so you can stick another Zyn in your mouth, then you have what it takes. Trust me, it will be well worth it. Eventually you will be able to blink and cure yourself of any bad habit and redirect that energy elsewhere. These are the secrets of the world that are not talked about enough. Everything is a balance, yin and yang. Such a strong energy, such as an addiction should not be squandered on some bullshit like a head buzz. You need to take that part of your brain that allows you to lock in unconsciously and do something without thinking, and use it for a productive gain. Will not elaborate further.

I love capitalism. I just did a quote for a massive construction company. As I walked through their offices, I found a huge room of blue Fastenal vending machines. They were filled with tools, drill bits, blades, hardhats, etc. Each one had a price on the window. Intrigued, I asked the owner what is the story on these. He mentioned to me that Fastenal comes in and stocks up all the different types of tools and PPE this specific construction company needs. Everything is priced way above Home Depot or Lowe’s prices. The construction company only pays for the tools or items whenever somebody actually “buys” them vs stocking 200 hard hats at once or keeping inventory of miscellaneous tools. This saves the company countless hours of labor since the employee doesn’t have to go to Home Depot or Lowe’s aka travel time, walking around the store, and scrolling on Instagram in the parking lot. Less time shopping for tools = more time working and charging the customer. Owner said no matter how much they spend on the parts in these machines, they save ten fold on labor. Of course the machine also automatically tracks when inventory is low and a guy comes out to fill it back up. Fucking genius. Only in America! 🇺🇸🏃🏻‍♂️💨🏁

My family came to America in 1997 after the Bosnian war. Parents fled Yugoslavia in a Yugo car with two grenades under the dash. If the enemy killed my Dad, my mom would blow herself and everyone else up instead of getting gang raped. Something that happened frequently then. Drove for days. Stopping at gas stations to rummage through the trash for moldy bread to eat. Finally got to Germany. Lived there for 5 years, had 2 kids. Cleaned toilets. Worked on construction sites. We all lived in a one room apartment. Papers ran out. Back to war you go. Either that, or The United States of America. The magical words. The life changing words. Was a no brainer. My parents, my brother, and myself. 30, 29, 4, 1 year old. 2 suitcases. Pocket full of cash. We went on food stamps for 1 week. 7 days. Before my Yugoslavian college educated, proper, well spoken Mother became too ashamed to take government assistance. So she scrubbed toilets in the evening. Then went to work at the battery factory at night. Swallowed her ego. Enrolled in community college during the day. Graduated with a 4.0 GPA. Then bachelor’s. Then masters. Then teacher. Then professor. G. My dad worked around the clock. Don’t really have memories of him from when I was younger. That’s how much he worked. He was the rock. No emotions. Man of few words. Grove up in extreme poverty. Small town in Bosnia that will go extinct in 10 more years. They did all of that, while raising, and giving me and my brother EVERYTHING. We started from 0. We are worth $10,000,000.00 now. From 0. All of us rich in the most important ways. Healthy. Happy. Safe. Blessed. Together. GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. Luck is worthless. You create your own luck. Preparation + Opportunity = Luck We’re going to argue generational lotteries? Seems trivial. That’s like arguing about the sun. Some things we can’t control. You know what we can control? Ourselves. Get to work. It might be harder for you than it was for us. Might also be easier. You’ll never know if you don’t try. Thinking anything but IT IS ENTIRELY UP TO YOU. Is already admitting defeat.

Had a wholesome, full circle moment today during an install. Got to this beautiful house deep in the woods. Nice old retired couple. They kept apologizing for talking to me so much. They wanted to know where my name originated from. My story. My business. They go “we need to let you work, but you’re too interesting to talk to.” Lol. Did my walk around. Told them I’d leave some of the existing system as-is. I told them “whoever installed this back in the day did a good job.” They agreed. I started to replace a few lights. An hour later I hear them in the living room complaining about their old electrical contractor company. How the service used to be amazing and now it’s garbage. And that’s why they called me. I eavesdropped and chimed in. “Yeah, they sold the company a while back.” The woman lit up. “That makes so much sense. We used to have the best guy who would always come and fix everything so quick.” I said, “Yeah they used to be a great company. My dad actually worked for them a long time ago.” They both jumped off the couch and said, “Wait a minute! The electrician who used to fix everything. He was Bosnian too!” They looked at each other. “What was his name?” I asked, “[insert my dad’s name]?” “YES!!! Oh my god, we loved your dad. He’s the one who put this whole system in.” The woman looked at me and said, “Oh my god! I had a gut feeling about your company that’s why I called you! I can’t believe it! Last time he was here was 20 years ago! You can move in right now if you want.” Her husband goes, “Do you want a drink?!” The same system I replaced today. My dad installed 20 years ago. And to think I complimented his work without even knowing it. Legend.

Just bought my Dad a Rolex. $10,400. 💸 More than well deserved. He brought us here to the US when I was 11 months old. Family of 4 at the age of 30. Refugee. Worked 2 jobs. Side jobs. Learned his 3rd language. Helped raise us. Was always there for us. Started working for himself. Taught me everything I know about life, real estate, money, relationships, etc. He grew up incredibly poor in Yugoslavia (now Bosnia). 500 sqft home. Family of 5. No car. Parents were an arranged marriage & had no formal education. He gave us the world, so the least I could do was get him something unexpected. 2 years ago I asked the Rolex dealer, in my area, to put me on the waitlist for a Submariner. She texted me the other day, “you got the allocation.” His birthday is this month. Did the stars align? Maybe. At first I didn’t have much interest in the watch, was in the middle of working when I got the text. Then I remembered why I even asked to be on the list, in the first place. It was for my Dad. Fuck it. Sometimes, you have to do what feels right. Not what makes the most financial sense. We only live once on this Earth. The money? I’ll make it back. Memories & time spent with my Dad? I only get one shot at that. I knew that on my deathbed one day, I’ll think back to the day he teared up and couldn’t look at me, when I told him I’m buying him his dream watch. Za moj jedini Tata, nek si ti meni ziv i zdrav jos sto godina. ❤️💪🏼

Life just got a lot more interesting. Reminder to all, you can just do things.

Life update. Girlfriend is now fiancé. Cheers’d her at a bar 4 years ago, now there’s a ring on her finger. Reminder that you can just do things.

I’m officially a millionaire. 28 y.o. Current Net Worth 4/6/25 Total: $1.002 M 📈 Tracked NW since I was 20. 💰NerdWallet: $762k 🛠️Biz Cash: $117k 🪙Crypto Holdings: $21k 💵Cash: $19k 🧾Business AR: $83k (instead of my business’ worth) Here’s what I learned on my journey.🧵

Buenos Aires is interesting. Thought it would be more first world than it is. Which, as a traveler, I like. Less rules, more common sense. Was definitely surprised to see the state of the neighborhoods just outside of the city. Very poor. Palermo is nice. If I lived here this is where I would be. Another hipster Brooklyn type of neighborhood infused with South America. Good food. Good looking, well dressed people. Fun vibe. Idk if it’s because I have real money now but everything feels borderline free here. Ubers for $3-5. Brunch for $12. 9 course Michelin quality dinners for $150. World class leather jackets and loafers for a fraction of what it costs in America. Service here is great, and the people are very nice. They never rush you while you dine, but they do show up when you need unlike Spaniards who go MIA for 4 hours when you’re looking for the check. Lol. Weather feels tropical but it’s not. No iguanas crawling all over like in Costa Rica. Streets are dirty, but that’s common city shit, similar to a NYC. One thing in Buenos Aires that they got right for sure is the trees all throughout the streets. Keeps the calm, natural vibe. Yerba mate is fire, will definitely start drinking it. Markets galore here, which I like. Tomorrow we’ll do their biggest market San Telmo and a Boca Juniors game to follow. Overall, I’m still not a fan of big cities no matter where I go. Been to many countries, and many cities all throughout the world. Still not a city guy. As for the steaks? Azorean steaks are superior to Argentina’s imo. Although I have a reservation at Fogon Asado tonight so that may change in the next few hours.

I met my girlfriend at a bar in 2022. Love at first sight. At that point I was 25 years old. Moved back in with my parents to save money. Bought and renovated a duplex. And was making $60k a year. She was on food stamps, paying $70k/yr for Physician Assitant school, with $1,200 in her bank account. We did long distance for a year. When she visited me, she stayed at my parent’s house. 2 weeks after meeting, we started dating. 6 months in I took her to Europe. 1 year later she moved to my hometown. Today? We’ve been together four years. Planning on life together. I’m on track to make over $500-600k this year, most likely more but I’m being conservative. My girlfriend will make around $180-190k this year. That’s ~$7-800k a year. Average couple around us makes around $120-180k. We still live way below our means. No designer bullshit. Drive a Chevy Silverado and a Ford Bronco. She prefers to shop on FB marketplace and thrift stores for the charm with the occasional higher quality boutique splurges. Our glassware is brewery glasses and mason jars. Our cutlery is from Macy’s. I wear $3 shirts daily and Banana Republic outlet fits. None of this is by intention or that fact that we’re cheap. We just don’t know any better. We grew up lower class. We met, what feels like, yesterday. From lower middle to middle class families. We were two broke kids who fell in love. 4 years later we’re two adults with more money than we can spend. It takes a while for that new money mindset to creep in. To us, spending a couple hundred on random “luxuries” is still hard to do. But truthfully, living well below our means makes our lives way easier. As a man, who you choose to be your Queen is the most important decision you will make. The right one will help you build your empire. The wrong one will cost you everything.

End of year review - 2025 28 y.o. Net Income: $408,000 Liquid Net Worth: +$374k Team: 1 employee to 6. HQ: 300 sqft office to 1.2k sqft warehouse. X: 180 followers to 3.4k Travel: few big trips, numerous long weekends. 5 countries, 6 states. Ready for a big 2026. 💰🏃🏻‍♂️💨🏁

BUY LIGHT INDUSTRIAL REAL ESTATE! ⚠️ My 2026 real estate goal is to find as many of these contractor garages that I can buy or build. Simple as that. Remeber this unit from a while back? This is it now. Best part? Guy says he wants another unit. 0% chance of vacancy, ever.

Hormozi can’t save you. You don’t need more info, you need execution. Another man won’t make you a winner. Only you can. He made $100M selling a book about making $100M. Respect the game, don’t worship the player. The real info isn’t the book. It’s the execution of the sale.

How people react to small amounts of money reveals everything. 3 days ago when I was in Montenegro, I left some small tips for workers. It was interesting to see how they reacted. First one was a girl, maybe 18, making crepes. She was doing her best. Nervous. Probably one of her first solo shifts. Total was €4.90. I handed her €10.00. “Keep the change.” She stopped. Eyes wide. “5 euros?!”. “Yes.” “A five euro tip?!” As she became more excited. “Yes, for you.” She lit up as I walked away. Now imagine the kids working at Starbucks flashing the iPad and expecting 20% tips… Later that day my gf and I stopped for some ice cream. 2 high school girls were working. One training the other. Explaining everything diligently. How to scoop ice cream. How to take orders. How to clean the scooper. I walk up to order, she asks me “what would you like?”, in English. My girlfriend stands out as an American so she figured I’m just another tourist as well. I answer in Serbo-Croatian: “jel mogu dvije sa čokoladom?” “Can I have two with chocolate?” She quickly apologizes, “Izvini molim te, ti si nas?” “Sorry, my fault. You are one of us?” “Nema problema.” “No problem.” In Eastern Europe, your job is your trade. If you’re a waiter, you’re a professional. If you’re a flight attendant, you’re a professional. There’s no half ass-ing. No phones. No entitlement. Work is taken seriously. Most ice cream shops in America? High school kids messing around for beer money. Still expecting tips regardless of merit. There? It’s a livelihood. And money isn’t abundant in countries like that. Total was €7.40. I hand a €20 bill to the trainee. She starts looking for change, while the trainer starts cleaning. I knew I was leaving them a tip when I saw them working so diligently. So I turned to my girlfriend, who was looking away, and said “watch how they react.” I wanted my girlfriend to understand this. This is the perspective I grew up understanding. This is the reality that I grew up around, and saw first hand. Real life struggle. Where every “dollar” counts. Where you’re not THAT far from poverty. So I tell the girls: “To je za vas.” “That’s for you guys.” The trainer then grabs the €20 bill, all confused says: “Šta? “What?” I repeated it. They look at each-other. They smile. They look at me. Then start giggling and jumping. “Hvala! Hvala! Hvala puno!” “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much!” What I tipped them that day, I spent today just parking my car. Perspective is key in life. Use it to stay grounded, on your best and worst days.

One of my goals this year is to meet people from X, in real life. Will be traveling here and there. Maybe I make an extra trip or two just to meet people from X. Fuck it. I’m rich now. Drop a reply with where you’re located and let’s see if we can get a good group together.👇🏼

If you want to get into the medical field, I highly recommend becoming a Physician Assistant. Bachelors + 2 years. ~$140k start. W2 + side job = $200k+ High status like doctor without sacrificing your life. Flexible career path. A+ benefits. And a near perfect work-life balance. My girlfriend is a PA. Worked 3 twelve hour shifts a week for the first two and a half years in the ER. Picked up a side job working at a nursing homes once a week for an extra $1k per shift. Will make ~$185k this year. Decided to move from the ER. Picked up a trauma job. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday. 4 ten hour shifts, 6am - 4pm. $150k, closer to home, even better benefits, less chaos. Eventually wants to work remote via tele-health when we have kids. Easy 6 figures from home or from wherever we live. No brainer for 2 post grad years vs going the medical school route and drowning in debt for decades. You’re basically a doctor, with less headache, less hours, and less liability. If you really want to bag chase as a PA and make $200-250k a year, that’s easily possible with side jobs or OT. As someone who’s seen it second hand, I’d highly recommend for anyone looking to get into the medical field.