It’s January 2nd 2018 and I’ve just written the following sentence: “This year, I am going to make a million pounds.” If you knew me, you’d realise just how laughable this is.
My desk is awash with bills – £4,739 owed to Visa, £8,500 ear marked for the tax man, £400 extra going out because my two year fixed mortgage deal has come to an end.
It’s the same every January and I usually react by finishing off the remains of the Christmas cheese selection in one sitting, cutting up a credit card and phoning all my equally broke journalist friends to complain about how nobody wants to pay us and that all we are fit for is cleaning jobs, bar work and online articles that pay £50 per trillion words.
But this year, it’s different. I have typed the words ‘This year I am going to make a million pounds’ and I mean it.
Of course I’m feeling fired up. It’s January 2nd and my New Year’s Resolutions usually last at least a week, but this one is different. Honest.
To be fair, I am not starting from absolute scratch here. For the past year, I’ve been attempting to adopt the ‘Think and grow rich” mindset. I’ve devoured books by Napoleon Hill, Tim Ferris, Jen Sincero and I’ve even watched the film version of The Secret from start to finish – and believe me, that takes some doing.
The general consensus of opinion amongst my self-help authors is that if you ‘think’ you are rich then you will be. And by that, I don’t mean the usual fantasizing about what you’d buy if you won the lottery. You must have absolute faith that money is coming your way. You have to act as if you already have it (and by that, I don’t mean running up a vast debt) and be grateful for your riches.
This is not easy when your bank statements say otherwise, but what did I have to lose?
The books that resonated with me the most were Jen Sincero’s. I’ve read them several times over and listen to them on Audible whenever I happen to be on public transport.
I’ve looked in the mirror and yelled ‘I love money!’ I’ve whispered the phrase ‘I am worth it’ over and over.
It has helped me double my income in 12 months. I know what you’re thinking, it sounds impressive. It is, but I want more. Am I being greedy? I don’t think so. I have three teenage children who eat a lot, grow out of their clothes every other day and cost me a fortune.
I want to take them on nice holidays. I don’t want to worry every time a bill lands on the door mat. I want an office in the garden. I’ve had the same wallpaper in my hallway for 15 years and I long to change it.
I’m 52 now. More than half my life is over (if I am lucky enough to live until old age). If I am going to make something of my life, I need to do it now. This time next year, I will either be going to a publisher with my book on how I made a million pounds in a year or I’ll be finishing the Christmas cheese selection in one sitting, cutting up a credit card and making sure all my hard up journo friends are on speed dial.
It starts here.