This bitter chill….

It is days like today that I understand more and more that though I do consider myself successful in my young age, I do not think that I could work for someone else for the rest of my life.  I hear stories of people in this industry who earn their real estate license and eventually do that as a full time position.  I think that might just be the way to go for me.  I can have my management position and experience under my belt, which will teach me patience.  Though as I get older I would like to have the choice of not working under someone else, of making my own hours, and taking the time that I need to spend with my future children.  This middle management business, as hard as I worked for it, is not a decent fit but is a gracious start on my stepping stones.

It is not the what-ifs, but the delightful romance of life.

“Stop letting your fear rule you.” This statement surprised me when my mom wrote me. I do live so much of my life in fear. My head is always filled with “what-ifs” and potential situations. My father’s advice was always, “plan for the worst but hope for the best”. After a few years of hardship and growth both in my personal life and my life with Michael, I have brainwashed myself into thinking that it is okay to fear life. I am afraid all of the time, full of the “what-ifs”. What if I don’t get people to lease these apartments? Will I get fired? Will I get demoted. I was blessed with a challenge for my first managing job. What if this legal stuff goes wrong? What if there are secrets? What if there are more lies? What if I get hurt? The reality is, there are going to be things that pop up. There is going to be pain, there will be problems. I am paying more attention now to our finances than I ever have, to the credit scores, and all that goes along with them. Michael and I have dreams together, to have a beautiful (but affordable) wedding, to have a tropical honeymoon, to purchase our first home and start a little Pearce family. Plan, though, patience. I am learning this painful but lifesaving lesson incredibly slowly. You must learn these qualities, Tiara, to teach them to your children. They shall be sons and daughters of a Pharmacist and Real Estate Broker. So this is starving, yes it’s insatiable, yes this love for the first time. You’d like to think that you were invincible once… yes… weren’t we all once before we felt love for the first time? Our brilliant dance……

The Luck of the Moderately Irish

Love. I am finding mine is growing daily for not only Michael but for all of those around me. I am truly putting in an effort to learn and develop patience and understanding. It is a difficult task for me. I look at Mike every morning and realize more and more what a lucky and blessed person I am to have him. Every now and then I snap back into my teenage self, the one I like to forget, and become impatient and not understanding. I love that Michael is going back to school for us. For our future family. How lucky am I that I found a man that really wants to take care of me, of our potential children. I love him for this, for wanting to better himself and his life situation. To become a pharmacist. He chooses me. Whenever I want something or need something, he would place me first. If we have a small clothing budget, he chooses for me to have a nice coat (when I already have a coat) instead of him getting new pants. I almost had to force him to get new shoes (which he desperately needed) and a new belt. I am lucky that he flaunts me and that I am so important to him. He is my world and I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. He is my rock. Thank you, Michael, you are an amazing and wonderful man. I am love planning our wedding and am incredibly excited to spend the rest of our lives with each other. You are the calm to my storm.

Ready, set, grow.

Time to grow up again. This weeks focus is on money. Building a nest egg. The ability to save money vs. the ability to transfer in and out of accounts. We are never going to be able to save any money, do anything… go to Hawaii if we don’t start taking this seriously. Save money. There is a need to go to Vegas, to Hawaii, to invest in a home at some point. The ability to truly save money and not spend on impulse is a maturity issue. Ready, set, grow.