I read the The 4-Hour Workweek at a major turning point in my life. I had just left the Army and Stephanie and I were taking a road trip from Alaska to Michigan where I was going to start my MBA program.
I still remember how excited I was. My last few years in the Army were particularly difficult and I was elated that it was over. I had wanted to throw myself into entrepreneurship for years and the time had finally come.
A few weeks before leaving, a friend of mine insisted that I read the Four Hour Workweek. The title sounded incredibly spammy, but I bought it anyway. I started reading the book as Stephanie so kindly offered to take the first driving shift on the second morning of our road trip.
(A beautiful lake that we stopped at to get out and stretch our legs. If I remember correctly, this was about a half-day before getting to Muncho lake in Canada.)
The next few hours flew by and before I knew it, I had consumed the entire book.
I was in love.
I felt like I had just read something that had been written personally for me. After years of living a life where nearly every aspect of my existence was dictated by the Army, I was incredibly susceptible to the concept of complete financial, geographic and time freedom. It was refreshing to see the way the book challenged deep-seated assumptions about the choices we have in how we live.
As an entrepreneur at heart, the part of the book that really spoke to me was about “Engineering a Muse” which is how I was supposed to fund this new and exciting lifestyle. For the next couple of years, getting my MBA and finding a profitable muse were my main goals in life.