I've lost count of how many times I have expressed gratitude for my helpers today. This has been a day I am super glad to have collected such quality folks in my sphere group.
The primary person I'm grateful for this day is someone I used to work with. As I'm winding down my time in real estate, I've decided to refer leads to my former fellow agent. She has always been better at this than I ever was. (I'll cut myself some slack and say I had a hard time focusing with all the curveballs life threw at me over the last decade.) I had a listing to send her way, and I was present when they met in person for the first time this morning. This was someone I had worked with before, who now needs to sell the house I helped them acquire. I couldn't just tell them to pound sand because I was getting out of the business. I care enough to send them to an agent who will do right by them. And watching this initial exchange proved I was right to go this direction. I have faith that they are in good hands.
During the breakfast meeting, I told my friend and former colleague that trying to escape the business has been far harder than I anticipated. I likened it to the game we play every other week. In D&D, if you disengage from a fight, your opponent is allowed an "attack of opportunity." They get one final whack at you as you run away. I feel like every agency, bank, and company I've dealt with has hit me one last time, usually with a financial demand. I just want to retire and be a gardener grandma already. This is harder than getting out of the Mob.
I looked at my gallery for the day, and it was all memes and screenshots. So I took a random snap of the animals melting in my warm house. I was late turning the attic fan on for the night. It will be hard to sleep until it cools off.
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