I got an epiphany tonight; real estate agents lead more 'real' lives than just about anyone. I work from home as most of them do to. And while watching Mr. Mom for upteenthmillion time tonight I see the tragedy and circumstance of not putting family first. Yes, we have to live; yes, we have to make a living; but we also WANT to live and have a life. My father always said that he worked for himself so he could "eat and take time off".... that has never been more powerful a statement then most recently. I realize in this summer of kids at home and I still have to work, that THEY are the most important thing, not work. And while work is necessary to maintain life, health, shelter... it is not the meaning the of life.
I speak to agents, brokers, Realtors all the time and never once have I gotten the brush off because a kid came in and asked a question. I've heard Bob Stewart have a webinar with his kiddos in the background, answering questions and shooing them off, and if I have to shush kiddos and shoo them out during a training seminar I have never had an irritated client. Maybe it's just the grace of my clients and it doesn't happen often but somewhere deep down I think that they know exactly what I am feeling and have been there, done that, sometime in their life.
Real estate, especially done at home, is inevitably going to come across life at some point. Unless you are in a sterile office somewhere on the 32nd floor with no actual life in the near distance, life happens! And it's ok! most buyers, sellers, real estate agents should understand this to some extent.
I understand the bombardment of adolesence infiltrating every moment of someone's life can be annoying and there has to be some boundary, but I also think that there is some grace for the reality of life and I appreciate it from my clients.
So, until school resumes, I press on, in this chaos that is 'summer with kids' in my life. Desperately trying to get things done in a timely manner and ever grateful for clients that seem to understand and appreciate my predicament.