I Need An Interpreter

When I took my test to get my real estate license, I went in pretty confident. I had aced every practice test and felt even a smidge over-prepared. All I had to do was pass with something like 75%. It wasn’t like this grade was going on a report card or anything. After 3 hoursContinue reading “I Need An Interpreter”

House of Fear

Lately, I haven’t sat down long enough to write anything except contracts. I am a Realtor in Springfield, Illinois, a small midwestern city. Lately, I feel like I live in California (minus the perfect weather and beaches and healthy restaurants). I feel like this because the real estate market is in crazy-mode right now. IContinue reading “House of Fear”

Glitchy

I finally came up with a word to describe what my insides feel like these days: glitchy. Actually, I am not even sure it’s a real word, but the experience is real — 100%. My life appears normal and some of the time it mimics normal, when all of a sudden there is a break,Continue reading “Glitchy”

Home Alone

God has kids, not grandkids. In other words, He is developing his own relationship with my kids outside of me. He doesn’t have to go through me to get to them or vice-versa. I am on the outside looking in. My job now is much more simple; love them and trust God with them.

Go. Stay. (A note to my mom)

Well. It’s done. My parents sold their home in Illinois (an hour away from me) and are moving to California permanently. No offense to my dad, who I respect and love and will miss like crazy, but I want to take a few minutes to unpack my feelings about my mom moving 1,712 miles awayContinue reading “Go. Stay. (A note to my mom)”

Kayaking to serenity

I am a kayaker. Before you become overly impressed with my grand sense of adventure, I’ll remind you that I live in the middle of Illinois. It’s not like there are white water rapids to tackle or anything.  I simply go out to our local, man-made lake, drag my kayak into the water and withinContinue reading “Kayaking to serenity”

Quarantined: Ain’t my first rodeo!

Covid-19 is giving me a little PTSD. Being quarantined; it ain’t my first rodeo. There were times while being treated for Leukemia when I was neutropenic (lacking ability to fight off threatening diseases that could kill an immunocompromised person) and couldn’t leave my house. Or, let anyone except my family come in my house. AndContinue reading “Quarantined: Ain’t my first rodeo!”

I’ve hit the wall! (…or is it hitting me?)

I am writing today because I need it. Badly. In Runner’s Speak, I have “hit the wall”. For a runner, that means they have been running for a lengthy period of time and have depleted their glycogen levels and feel like they are potentially going to keel over or “bonk out” (I learned that phraseContinue reading “I’ve hit the wall! (…or is it hitting me?)”

49er (almost 50 but not quite!)

Tomorrow is my birthday. It’s not the big 5-0, but I will be turning the number only one year away from that. I can hardly stand to even talk about that right now. So let’s just look backwards instead. I remember when I turned 30 I was sorely disappointed because in my twenties I envisionedContinue reading “49er (almost 50 but not quite!)”

“Putting the cart before the horse”

Maybe you are better than me, but sometimes, I forget things. Sometimes I forget where I put my sunglasses (which are on my head) and forget where I set my phone (frantically searching for it while talking on…my phone). Yesterday I ran off to show a house, forgetting to remind my son to take theContinue reading ““Putting the cart before the horse””

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