Nate Rifkin
Bio
Nate Rifkin spiraled into debt, drank, felt lonely, lost, and hated himself.
After a few years, Nate quadrupled his income, married the woman of his dreams, and found happiness. Read the first chapter of his soon-to-launch book here.
Stories (9/0)
Visualization: Will It Actually Improve Your Life?
I wandered through a courtyard across the street from my apartment. On my left was the Lindsey-Flanigan Courthouse. On my right was the Van Cise-Simonet Detention Center. Sometimes, when I walked nearby at night, I heard the inmates playing basketball.
By Nate Rifkin3 years ago in Motivation
Spiritual Lessons From A Guarana High At The Airport
Jet engines rumbled the concrete floor. The stench of fuel permeated the air in slow, thick waves, resembling a mirage and adding to the dreamlike atmosphere. I slouched under an umbrella, pen in hand and scribbling on a notebook.
By Nate Rifkin3 years ago in Motivation
You're Smarter Than You Think You Are - Here's How To Unleash Your Potential
In a small gym in Merced, California, I watched my friend and teacher Dr. Chris square off with a kettlebell the size of a small watermelon. He grabbed it, easily swung it up to shoulder-height, and set it back on the rubber mat floor.
By Nate Rifkin3 years ago in Lifehack
How To Make Your Regrets A Source Of Strength
Pick your most painful regret and do this to heal it. Ever wish you could go back in time and slap yourself? I can. In between my first and second year of college, I languished at my mom’s house like a lump of Jell-O that refused to even wiggle.
By Nate Rifkin3 years ago in Motivation
Party-Pooper Questions To Build Your Wealth
I was on the ground floor of the UMASS Amherst library, shelves of dust-covered tomes looming over me. I flipped open a book as big as a bread loaf. As I sifted through the pages, a woman stared at the text with the crumb-size letters. “Looks like fascinating stuff.”
By Nate Rifkin3 years ago in Motivation
How Mental Toughness Can Slow Down Your Growth
I yanked open my refrigerator door, anticipating a much-needed wave of cool air to give me relief. It was deep in the summer of 2009 in Boulder, Colorado and I lived in a condo with no air conditioning. What it did have was a weird quirk: when I opened my patio door for a breeze, the smoke detector sometimes blared. I have no clue why. So, before I enjoyed some air from the outside, I had to stand on a chair and yank the detector’s plastic cover off, disabling it.
By Nate Rifkin3 years ago in Motivation
