Step 1: Marry Rich

For a very long time, my friends and I had this running joke, we were going to marry rich and live a life of luxury. There was no 9-to-5s but just soft life forever.

But then adulthood arrived. One by one, everyone started accepting that the fairytale might not happen. They were applying for jobs, building careers, and embracing the reality that we’d have to work for the life we wanted.

Everyone except me.

I was still holding on to the dream. I was still convinced I’d somehow end up marrying rich. Then, when reality hit harder, I had to adjust the plan. Marry a rich old man instead.

Eventually, even that fantasy lost its appeal. I got tired of waiting for a man with money and decided I was going to be the one with money and not a trophy wife, but the woman who would sign her own cheques.

The first challenge was letting go of the “rich stay-at-home wife” dream that I had envisioned for myself. The second was figuring out what wealth could look like if I was the one building it. So, naturally, I did what anyone would do and Googled “high-paying jobs.”

But it didn’t take long to realise that wasn’t my dream. I didn’t want to clock in and out for someone else, ask for permission to take a holiday, or wait for promotions that may never come. I wanted freedom. I wanted ownership.

Truthfully, I’ve always wanted to run my own company, not just to “boss people around” (though let’s be honest, the power suit fantasy is real) but I wanted to build something that lasts.

Growing up, I watched my mum work long hours just to provide for us. Money was always a sensitive topic, and I developed “financial anxiety” before I even understood what that meant. My childhood experiences has shaped me. It made me hungry to change the narrative and not just for myself, but for my family.

So here I am, rewriting my story. I may not have married rich (yet..), but I’m building something richer, a legacy.

This blog is my open journal. A place to document the journey, the lessons, the pivots, the dreams that refuse to stay quiet.

I’m figuring it out as I go, and if you’re reading this, maybe you are too.

Here’s to becoming the rich one.

Until next time,
A x