L E A P
I also say unenthusiastically because it wasn’t this big, exciting dream of mine. Not even close.
It was my husband’s dream and I figured well, might as well get it over with. After all, he might need me to show a house here and there, and honestly, I liked the idea of a side-gig that would give us extra money to plan vacations with.
I took the test halfhearted and nauseas — did I mention I was pregnant? I passed.
Not long into my new life as a secret agent, I found out my dream job was closing the doors to business.
I’ll never forget that day. I came home, sat my husband down on the couch and told him the news. We lingered there for a long time, quietly and in disbelief.
What were we going to do? I was pregnant (not exactly a great candidate to find a new job) and we had built this life on two incomes. I was scared to say the least.
Overnight our fun, little “side project” became our lifeline — real estate.
That was the LEAP.
It wasn’t this thrilling, “I’ve been wanting to sky dive my entire life, let’s do this! Jump.” kind of leap. It was more like, “Oh shoot, I didn’t realize I had to jump, what am I doing here? Don’t make me go! Someone suddenly pushes you out of the plane” kind of thing.
But as the saying goes, the net did appear.
And here we are, four years later and our real estate business has become our freedom wagon.
It has well surpassed the income of my dream job. The time I get to spend with my family is tenfold. It’s given us the ability to bring joy and value to our community in ways I had never imagined. And when life took an unexpected turn, it allowed me the prolonged space and time to grieve the loss of my son.
Real estate, this leap, has been my godsend.
Scared, nervous, unsure, you name it, you simply need to trust in ✨ yourself ✨ and your ability to figure it out — and L E A P.