Pretty soon I will be celebrating my one year anniversary since I started my latest (ad) venture in this world of real estate.
So let’s keep it real, Missy, and take a moment for something we all are so fond of—a little self-evaluation.
I went to an interesting seminar the other day loaded with tips on how to become a real estate listing machine. And, for an additional $900 or so buckeroos, I could sign up for a seven week dealio to improve my business life.
I wavered back and forth with the quintessential dilemma of “should I?” or “shouldn’t I?” Right now, I just couldn’t squeeze it in with all the other stuff in my life.
But all of that got me thinking, and jeepers creepers, we all know what happens when that happens.
I kept thinking and stumbling over the word “salesperson.”
I stumbled because I just don’t view myself as a salesperson, even though that apparently is the underlying definition of a real estate agent.
So that and because of my schedule, I put away my pen and didn't sign up (much to the chagrin of some of my office buddies).
I guess I’ve always defined myself differently. I view myself more as that person who wants to sit across the table from you and chat over a cup of coffee and guide you through the home buying or selling process. That picture, at least to me, doesn’t quite fit under the traditional definition of “salesperson.”
I guess that’s because at my inner core I remain a teacher. I just changed my classroom from an industrial brick building and rows of desks to the comfort of your home and kitchen table.
Let’s see how that all works out for me in the coming year and whether that makes me a listing loser or winner.