Last week’s lesson, though I was mostly too sick to write about it was about becoming a sensitive being. My immature attitude was, “I do not care how they feel, I am going to say it like I see it.” My maturing attitude, is knowing when to keep quiet and when it is appropriate to say something, learning to consider sensitivity. To incorporate love and sweetness.
I wish I was a Betty Crocker wife sometimes, a stay at home mom. To cook and clean and take care of life’s little issues, pay the bills so my husband has no other worry besides work. I wish that we had the capability. I know it’s a silly dream, especially for such a raw, young couple. We make decent money but I will never be a stay at home mom. My fear now is that I worked so hard to get into property management, and I do an excellent job, but I am just not happy. Just not fulfilled. I am horrible at taking the stresses of the position, I hate breaking these people’s hearts. However, I do love and respect the industry. If I can get enough experience under my belt, to manage an “A” property. I get so depressed, going to work in the ghetto. If only I could be surrounded by beautiful things, a big office, a club house…. I am career empty.
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