It is raining sideways, my smoke detectors are practicing for the symphony, I have one hundred clients who need five hundred questions answered, and I’m wearing my dogs favorite red chew toys. A Realtor needs assistance with buyers agency, a client has questions about renting versus selling and everyone is asking me questions on Facebook. I have absolutely nothing to blog about.
As I dig through the most unique transactions known to man sorting through never before seen scenario after never before seen scenario and type lengthy emails explaining why my job matters, I realize I have nothing to write about at all. Voicemails containing chaos, texts full of auto-correct blunder and I am fairly certain I just swallowed my pen top. You see, blogging requires an interesting topic, entertaining content or at the least complicated situations in need of resolve. I have absolutely nothing to blog about.
In incredible confusion, I ponder how on earth I have managed to juggle developments, coaching, clients, marriage and self-maintenance. Those who believe real estate is one of those “make your own hours” type job, are just plain nuts. My phone rings twenty seven hours a day about all that which I can’t control, in a time in which I can’t help during a situation in which I will not get paid. Clearly, I have absolutely nothing blog about.
The city wants me to bring in new business by enticing new developers only to have me tell them they can’t develop. The county wants me to stand in line to get permits to permit things I can’t build and everyone wants a house where that lovely protected 400 year old Live Oak sits. Again, I have absolutely nothing to blog about.
The day is getting longer, my hair is getting bigger, my patience non-existent and the toilet is still running as if it is its job. I turn to Active Rain to dutifully complete my daily tasks; however as you can see, I simply have nothing to blog about.
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