I have been working harder for the past month than I have in decades, and I am loving it!
After years of wishing I was doing something more with my life, taking action and actually working towards those goals is an amazing feeling. There is something about knowing that every action I take is for my business, my brand, and my future. Suddenly, the sporadic decisions that I used to make have become more thought out and purposeful. Suddenly, the person I envisioned myself becoming is emerging from the shadows.
For years I have wondered what it would be like to be self-employed. To build a business and grow a business of my own. After decades of wondering I am happy to say that I have taken those first steps. I have passed the Florida real estate sales associate exam and have hung my own shingle under Mr. John Castelli of Castelli Real Estate Services in Wilton Manors, Florida.
Change is the thing I often wish for but fear and avoid at the same time. I have known this about myself for years but have struggled with how to “change” that aspect of my thinking. So, at the start of this year I decided that I was no longer going to be a slave to my habits and decided to make a single adaptation to my daily habits.
If I asked who rode through the dark of night to warn early Americans that British troops were on the way, you (and I) would almost immediately say, “Paul Revere.” For those of you who need a quick memory refresh - Paul Revere was a silversmith in Boston in the 1700’s. On the evening of April 18, 1775 he was summoned by Dr. Joseph Warren of Boston and tasked with riding to Lexington Massachusetts with the news that troops were about to march into the countryside just northwest of Boston with the intention of arresting Samuel Adams and John Hancock. After which it is assumed the troops would continue on to Concord to capture or destroy any military stores of gunpowder or ammunition.
I remember hearing ghost stories as a child. How the tales of souls returned from the great beyond would keep me awake for nights as I imagined a spirit emerging from behind my closet door or a cold, dead hand reaching up from under my bed and grabbing my ankle. In college, on Halloween night, we held seances and played with Ouija boards attempting to summon a spirit or communicate with loved ones long past.