You Are a Badass at Making Money

TO GET RICH
Suggested Money Mantra (say it, write it, feel it, own it):
I love money because I am a fearless, badass, moneymaking machine.
1. Anticipate your obstacles. Doubt is like the little string you tug on that unravels the
whole sweater. Get clear on the top three things that could bring doubt to your resolve
and prepare yourself to meet them head-on so they are powerless over you.
(Example: My spouse won’t be supportive of me. Have a mantra ready: Only I know
my own truth and I know in my bones that I am rich. Write down the obstacles and
write down the solutions.)

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2. Raise your bottom line. So often our decision muscle only really kicks in when our
backs are against the wall and we have to make the money—rent is due, we need
surgery, the Mafia is at the door with an IOU. Decide on an amount that is going to be
your new bottom line so it’s no longer zero. Let’s say five hundred dollars. You have to
have five hundred dollars in your bank account at all times, and the second you get
near that amount, you sound the rallying cry to up your game and bring in more
money so you don’t go below that amount. Then keep raising your bottom line every
month or so and soon you’ll no longer be in a struggle.
3. Spend money in new ways. Buy something extravagant to raise your frequency and
remind yourself that you are in the flow and that money is a renewable resource.
Something expensive, exciting, something that won’t break the bank but that feels
decadent, has great meaning to you, and inspires you to kick some ass.
4. Make one big, hairy, scary nonnegotiable decision right now that will move you toward
your financial goal and do it. I mean it, right now. Something you’ve had in the back of
your mind that you know would totally change your world but have been too scared to
do. Snooze not, lose not. There’s no time like the present.
Please fill in the blank:
I’m grateful to money because ____________________.

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CHAPTER 9
MOVIN’ ON UP
hen I was in my early twenties, I moved to Barcelona, Spain, with
a bunch of friends from college. We rented a run-down apartment
in a shady part of town, dragged all of our furniture in off the
street, drank like fiends, lived like pigs, rocked and rolled all night, and