Never Really Been a Fan of Change, But Here I Go Again

For those of you who truly know me, you know that I have a soft spot in my heart (or the gene in my DNA) for property management. From my first day as a leasing agent 12 years ago, I fell in love with it. Now to be fair, I did come home crying the first two weeks worried that I wouldn’t make it or that I would suck at it, but I genuinely loved the job. Then as I progressed through the ranks, I found myself loving it more. Tears and concerns with every step, but still, the love was definitely there. With the ranks, naturally, came more responsibilities. I recognize that and understand it completely… however, over the last 5 years going even higher on the ladder has led to more hours as well. I can pretty easily say that I have said, at least once a month, “it will slow down soon and I will be able to breath.” By year 4, I really stopped believing it no matter how loud I said it.

I have spent far too much time working for someone else. I have lined the pockets of my employers (willingly!), but felt no matter how hard I was working, I really was still not where I wanted to be. I have said all along that #becomingabetterme had to do with my entire being. Not just my weight, or my health, but everything that makes up the person I am, so its time to take the next step.

First let me tell you a funny story…

For as long as my husband and I have been together, when we would be going anywhere, if I would see a house that I found interesting I would say “oohh, I wanna see inside that one!” and he would just nod, or laugh, or tell me to go knock on the door  *followed by a dumb laugh that said he was proud of that bad joke*. Then one day after I said that same thing about 15 times he gave me the same laugh and said, “you missed your calling.” I didn’t quite know what he meant and then he went on, “you love to look at houses, you love to talk to people, and you love to do paperwork. Why aren’t you a realtor?” Little did he know, that that was really my dream job. We laughed, when I told him that it was something I always wanted to do, but the classes were to expensive and the idea of not having a steady income during the learning process kept my feet on the ground.

UNTIL NOW…

Last week I was complaining about the hours I had worked, and that on my last two vacation days I got emails and calls and texts when I was supposed to be unwinding… so my husband finally said, “it’s go time, Cupcake.” (well that is my version of what he said, his statement was longer and a little more eloquent, but the point was the same.) So I called up a friend who is a realtor, asked him a ton of questions over coffee. Messaged my cousin who has been a realtor for 20+ years, talked to her awhile and then promptly signed up for classes next month.

Although there is a feeling of relief that I wont have to work 60 hours a week for someone else, there is also the fear of change, of failure, of a new beginning… but I am going to do it.

This journey has never been easy, and I promised to always tell the good, bad, and ugly… but this time it’s the scary I am facing. #Becomingabetterme has been a long process and will never end, but this time, I am ready for the change. Scared to death, but ready to face this new challenge and take the next level of investment in me. As I always say I am #movingforward #slowlybutsurely.