Yes, this is my real estate blog. But I'm not going to talk about market conditions or Lake Sinclair listings today at all. Today was a really crappy day. I did sit through a closing. And at the end of the closing I was hugging the clients and offering them my prayers. Lady buyer looked at me with tear filled eyes and said, "thank you, we're gonna need it". Then I had a contract fall apart. The buyer was crying because it was a home she desperately wanted to buy, it's just not going to work out.
It's days like that I look around my paper filled desk and wonder WHY I do this? I actually had a bit of tiny little melt down because someone wrote me a really kind note and sent me a gift, but they spelled my name wrong. And it wasn't about how they spelled my name, it was about the entire day I had.
I'm back. Did you miss me? I was in the middle of typing this post and remembered I was supposed to submit ad copy for a quarterly magazine I run ads and it had completely slipped my mind (again) and I had to stop and do that first. UGH!
So I was sitting here being profoundly sad after my little meltdown and went off to find something to inspire me to find my gratitude. It didn't take long. I read a post by Liz Wallace about her gratitude for her agents. I too am full of gratitude for my agents, but I want to go just a little further about what Liz's post made come to my mind.
I teach children Sunday School. I have been doing that for 23 years now. Those children have been known to inspire me time and time again. This past Sunday I got to have lunch with one of my "babies" from Sunday School. I guess Holle is about 26 or 27 and was one of my very favorite kids always. Today she became Aunt Holle to her first niece. I'm grateful I got a hug from her on Sunday.
The children (many of which are now young adults) who have passed through my classes over the years are so inspiring to me. They have been known to turn my darkest attitude into sunshine. And today when it was cold and gloomy outside would have been one of those days that I could have easily slipped down the road toward depression, but instead Liz made me think about "my other kids". My other kids always bring a smile to my face.
When I passed my 20th year teaching I was awarded a plaque that thanked me for my service. But I said that day and it's so very true... the blessings and rewards are mine, not those children. I'm grateful for each and every child that ever sat in my Sunday School class.
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