Instagram can prove to be one hell of a motivator if it’s used correctly. Scrolling through reels of
supercars, mansions, and lifestyle content can make anyone want to get up and get to work.
There’s also pages of successful entrepreneurs who not only post lifestyle content but also
about their story. The way they became successful and tips on how to replicate it. That’s what
piqued my interest. The fancy houses and cars are nice, but those are simply a product of the
hard work. I was more interested in what type of work produced those results and how to
develop the skill sets to produce those results. That’s how I landed on Ryan Serhant, one of the
largest real estate brokers in New York City. His story fascinated me. From selling apartments
from the streets of Time Square to doing over a billion dollars a year in revenue in a little over a
decade.
That was the first thing I thought of when the couple in Barrio approached me with the offer.
When the woman asked me to come work for her I was elated at the prospect. The prospect of
starting my journey towards becoming the next Ryan Serhant. A valuable lesson in this is the
first step towards achieving something big, like really big. The first step is to believe that what
you’re aiming for is realistic, but the amazing thing is we can choose to define what realistic
means based on our self belief.
That tool is used to craft our goals. Even in active addiction I believed I could achieve abnormal things. It’s a
trait I’ve always had, but a trait that can be developed. When I looked at Ryan's instagram I didn’t think
“that lifestyle isn’t for me”,
“he must have had rich parents”,
“gosh I wish I could do something like that”.
Absolutely not. When I saw his instagram page I thought “How can I do
the exact same thing?!”, and “If he can do it, I most definitely can too”, and “I’m so excited to be
at that level”. There’s a big physiological difference between those who believe they can’t and
those who believe they can. The ones that achieve the millions and billions in their journey are
the latter of the two.
I know, I sold roofs. How does real estate play into
that? We’ll get there. There’s another massive lesson in that too. I paid $2,000 for real estate
school and felt really good about it. College wasn’t in the cards for me even though I had a full
ride. I got a full ride at Normandale Community College for a 2 year degree and bombed it in 3
weeks. The only condition of the full ride scholarship was that I maintain a B- or better in all my
classes and I wouldn’t have to pay. I went to class the first 3 days before I started another binge
on ice. I was up for over a week and by the end was hallucinating hard in class and ended up
leaving. Then a few weeks later during withdrawals I decided not to go back since I had missed
so much it was already nearly impossible to pass the semester. So this real estate school gave
me incredible purpose and watching Ryan's vlog’s got me so fired up I could barely sleep. Real
estate school was 3 weeks Monday-Friday, and I passed the test with flying colors after
completing the course. The feeling of accomplishment was unexplainable.
The restaurant shut down and I was on unemployment with all the free time in the world. The couple
didn’t work together, she was a real estate broker and he owned a roofing company. I had been
watching Ryan so much I didn’t even have to think about my decision. I asked her to be my
broker and after getting my license she gave me a spot in her office. I had my own desk,
cubicle, and for the first time in my life was my own boss. It was incredible. I quit barrio officially
and off to the races I went. I quickly ran into my first major problem, I had never sold houses
before. I had no idea what to do! I was sitting in my office thinking
“Ok! Now what?!”.
I was googling how to sell houses and ended up going to some for-sale-by-owner properties to
convert them into clients, and gave up after the first one. I walked in his house and was so
nervous I pretended to be an actual buyer and toured the house almost sweating bullets too
afraid to even give my real name. Shit. The woman I was working for was a bad ass, high level,
classy business woman. No questions asked. But the one thing she wasn’t was what I needed
most. I needed a teacher, a mentor, a coach. I needed someone to develop me into an elite
salesperson. I was hungry as hell, ready and willing to work sunrise to sunset, eager to create
my dream life, with no interest in anything else. But I was green as hell with no skills to produce
results. That’s when I texted her man. I texted him and asked for help. Luckily, he said yes.
Coaching is typically a weekly call with someone who is in the position you want to get to and
willing to help you. This usually costs $2-$5k a month depending on what level. This was
entirely different. This man took on the role of a dad and we spent time together like best
friends, we really had a splendid time. I would go to his house in the morning around 8am and
stay there for 12-14 hours. We would literally spend the entire day together working on our
laptops talking about business, life, and getting to know each other.
The first few months were the hardest time of my life. It was genuinely more difficult than choosing sobriety. It was more
difficult because he was not only coaching me on how to run a business, but how to run myself.
We were diving deep into my flaws as a person, my philosophical viewpoints, victimhood, and
accountability. He audited my friends for me one by one, asking me questions I had never
thought of in my life.
“Ok, how does he or she benefit you? What do you learn from them? How much have you grown in the past 3 months because of them? How much have they grown because of you?”
He tore apart my daily schedule, who I associate with,
everything. Down to what I eat for breakfast. It felt like bootcamp, and I was fighting every step
of the way. But at the end of the day I knew what I wanted, and if completing this bootcamp was
the way to achieve Ryan Serhant success, I was down.
I am forever grateful to have found a mentor like him. Going through my life made me want to
quit on a daily basis, and I cried several times in his house. But it was needed, and resulted in
me making over 2 million dollars in the next 4 years. There's a few huge lessons in this.
First, we become most like those we surround ourselves with. If we surround ourselves with
average people who complain about doing the bare minimum, have no ambition to level up, and
don’t take care of themselves, we are destined to become just like them. On the contrary if we
surround ourselves with people who strive to do more than what they’re expected to do, have
ambitions to grow to the moon, and take care of themselves like they’re a temple, we will
inevitably become like them as well.
He taught me one of the most valuable lessons. If you truly have a burning desire to achieve success your
circle should only talk about the 4 F’s.
If you’re in the beginning of your journey the focus should heavily be on finances and fitness. When you see
your friends the discussion shouldn’t be about the newest movie, celebrity, or drama amongst
friends. It should be about growth in your business, strategies to crush your competition,
brainstorming operations tactics together, or reviewing a plan to expand to see where you’re
missing key points. When he saw the confusion on my face he asked why I looked puzzled. I
told him this all makes perfect sense to me. It's like selling dope and talking with other dealers
about how to increase sales. I was just confused because I didn’t have any friends that talk
solely about these 4 things. I definitely have none that talk about growing their businesses,
nobody had a business.
“Correct, there's a simple solution. You need to drop your friends. At least for now. None of them are going to get you to where you want to go. You will meet new people along the way,”
He replied.
Second was fitness. I was already in the gym on a daily basis but he sprayed lighter fluid on an
already burning fire. We talked about how to maximize the time in the gym, how to get the most
out of our workouts, and the different levels of going to the gym. Some people go to the gym just
to feel good about walking in the building.
They go in and lightly work on 4 machines, go to the sauna, and leave. They barely break a sweat
before they’re on their way home. Then there’s those that go and diligently workout for 90
minutes keeping track of how much weight they lift so they can continue to increase their
personal records. They come in with a purpose, a schedule, and are focused. Those are the
ones that end up ripped as hell with 6 packs.
I was changing and it was surreal. Everyday felt like a fight against myself because I was
becoming aware of terrible habits, learning the hard truth, and battling my own previous
conditioning to become an elite machine. I desired to become a machine, a disciplined warrior
who would achieve his Ryan Serhant dream. I would shortly find out that wasn’t going to
happen, at least not the way I anticipated.