If you jump into the ocean, you need to be aware of the sharks. This is the thought that occurs to me as I sit in my pajamas and consider the twists and turns of life. Several years ago I thought it would be a good idea for me to enter the work force. I went to work in a bank briefly then left to get my real estate license. I took a two week course and passed the test the first time. I'm not sure that that is a big accomplishment or not, but it did unnerve my mother as she was taking a longer course to get her license also. I was a real estate agent for about five minutes. Turns out I couldn't keep my head above water with the sharks circling.
My problem being that I'm not competitive. OK I take that back I'm competitive to an extent. If I'm playing Boggle will I let the kids see my paper or help them win? No. Will I play certain games and not stop until I finally win? Absolutely. This however, does not always carry over into other aspects of my life. When watching a sporting event I sometimes cheer for the opposing team. I forget I'm not supposed to do that. Real estate however, is a very competitive sport. One I got out of before I was either eaten by or made a part of the pack that was circling the waters.
In a small town there aren't enough properties to go around for everyone to play nice. I choose to play nice. So I stay home and watch my cats bathe and fight for Alpha rights. I think it's OK to be competitive to an extent but I think it should be based on kindness and hard work. I have met some on both ends of the spectrum. My mother was a real estate agent until cancer took it away from her. She had a lot more patience than I did when it came to these things. She would go about her business and try her best for those who trusted her. She didn't care if she was a multimillion dollar producer as long as the clients in question ended up with a home. She ran herself ragged.
As I look around I'm thankful for the experience. I appreciate my life more because of it. I prefer to be able to see the bottom of the waters I swim in and the only stroke I know well is the doggy paddle. Swimming with sharks isn't for me. My home, with these people who I laugh with, cry with, and have the best times with, is where I belong. Besides my "work" wardrobe cannot be beat. And the sharks? Well sharks don't swim in my pool, which I can use any time as one of the perks of my job.