When I Grow Up…

I Want To Be A Realtor!

We all have done it. We all have thought about it. And we all have at one time or another gotten frustrated by not accomplishing it. I’m talking about choosing what you wanted to be when you grew up.

It was a warm sunny day in June when I was 5 years old and I was chipping away at a rock to search for fossils. Right there and then, I decided I wanted to be a Paleontologist. Years later, on my couch while reading a travel magazine, I decided I wanted to be a World Traveler instead of a Paleontologist. Later on, I would be reading a medical magazine that spoke about stem cells and their power of healing when I decided at 15 years old that I would be a brain surgeon. It wasn’t until I went to college that I realized I loved learning new things about the world. I loved observing people’s behaviors. I loved talking with them and helping them, too. That’s when I decided I was going to be an Anthropologist. Not just any Anthropologist, I wanted to observe culture, living culture to be exact. But, I didn’t want to do it in some far away country, I wanted to do it in Good Ol’ New Jersey.

It wasn’t until after I graduated and went on to become a dedicated family woman, that I realized researching people while carrying an infant in my arms wasn’t going to work. So, I set aside my goals. I embraced motherhood and met quite amazing people along the way. And as I embraced them, I also observed their stories. Each mother I had met had given something up along the way or settled for less just to be a parent. Whether it was a career, a marriage, or something else, they all had their incredible stories of sacrifice much like myself. As I observed them, I realized I was using my anthropology skills to do so. But, still, no career in sight to apply my knowledge.

After almost a decade of waiting, I finally realized what I wanted to do. I wanted to run my own business in real estate. The industry offered me benefits that no 9 to 5 could like my own hours, no boss except for myself, lots of room to grow and expand, and even possibilities to get promoted over and over again. After all these years and all those student loans, I ended up choosing a career that only took 3 weeks to get a license in. It was a makeshift classroom with a bunch of people all thinking the same thing as me, “I’m going to be the best and I’m going to make a ton of money, all while doing the bare minimum.” In reality, real estate is more engulfing and more involved than anthropology. In fact, you barely learn the basics while in school for real estate and what’s worse is there is no practicing the act of selling real estate. It’s all textbook knowledge, if knowledge is what you can call it. It’s all rather intimidating. And it’s one of the top reasons agents fail in their first year, among several other factors which I’ll get into in a different post.

The biggest benefits to real estate is that it lets me do my own research, lets me observe and analyze people’s behaviors during transactions, allows me to be in the moment and when needed, to jump out. Anthropology & Real Estate are tied together and I didn’t know it until about a year ago. Since then, my skills in anthropology, the knowledge in my market and my industry, plus unwavering motivation to kill it in every quarter, have pushed me to becoming one of the quickest top earners in my brokerage.

When I look back at my childhood, I wonder how come as children we are not told how being a Realtor can be as rewarding and beneficial as being a CEO or a Doctor or a Lawyer. For my children, they see me every day working hard and earning money while being my own boss. They look up to me and they run around saying to one another, “Let’s play real estate!”, and that’s the moment that makes me truly happy and joyous that I’ve become their role model. In their eyes, when they grow up, they want to be me and that’s f#$%*ng awesome!

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