“So what do you want to do with your life?”Tim Ferriss sat across from me, at a boutique hotel by a brackish beach in Lamu Island, Kenya.
It was July, 2011. I was just shy of 26 years old. It was a big question, and more than anything in the world at that moment, I wanted to impress him.He had been my hero for years, I had read his first book 7 times, and his ability to seemingly bend reality to his will around him was already gaining legendary status.
We had run into each other and had a friendly exchange, just two Long Island boys at the gym in Cooper Square, NYC a few years earlier, and when the opportunity to spend 10 days together traveling arose with his latest book launch, I jumped all over it.
I told him a bit about my burgeoning career in equities trading, my goals and dreams. I had lost my dad unexpectedly the year before, and I was obviously still spinning a bit.