I took a new agent picture today. I took the last one in January of 2004, and I remember being so excited and so thrilled and so nervous, too! It was day one of my new career as a realtor, and who knew what would happen?
Now, over 3 years later, I can hardly remember anything else about starting out, except that I disliked it so intensely that now I am glad I’ll never have to be a brand new realtor again! Even if I move to another city someday, I’ll still never have that first four months without a sale. I’ll never be so anxious to prove myself that I will risk life and limb to make it to a showing after almost passing out after a blood donation (why didn’t I simply call and reschedule, I wonder now). I’ll not walk into the photgraphy studio and think, “This is what realtors can do because they don’t HAVE to be anywhere at a certain time (oh, yes we do!). I’ll never secretly pray that new clients won’t ask me how many houses I’ve sold (until the first 10 were under my belt, I dreaded that question, and of course, it wasn’t ever asked!).
So, in taking a look back at the last 30+ months and 30+ sales, I am so pleased to be able to report, I do know now so much more than I did then. Thank Heaven!