(Looking, glancing at watch) Every year, right about... now, here it comes.
Part of it is News Years and what are your plans that eve? The end of the year in whatever career. The sense of the approaching, next calendar set of a dozen months. You are going to try this, this and a dash of that.
Adjusting, moving the dials just a smidgen, a whisker hair change.
Or with frustration and bull in the china closet. Oh would you just give me that thing already? A heck of a yank force applied. To change where it is needed in your real estate, mortgage lending, staging, home inspection, insurance or whatever the field you call your career. The spot in the surroundings, under the sun during the day, the moon at night that you are suppose to be. Not just find yourself while waiting for the next one to arrive right on schedule.
Run Forrest, Just Run Your Heart Out. Get away, far far from the negative elements that paralyze, make you freeze. Come up short in the brief blur of life.
Get away from whatever holds you back.
That makes you start to doubt if you really are the fastest runner in the race but tied your own hands, legs, both feet. To not be at all what you can really, truly be. As Uncle Sam motivates, reminds with the atta boy, go get 'em sport.
(Ten round starting bell rings, fighter helped off the small, low to the mat stool, forehead wiped, mouth-guard pushed back in hard, as the crowd selects it's champion. Alternating between each of the pair members depending how the winds of change blow in the knock down, drag out fight to come out on top. For now.)
So how did the list of New Year's Resolutions work out the last time when you eyeballed, studied and reviewed them one by one? Dusted them off, gave them the once over.
Oh. Okay. Duly noted. Gotcha. Hear you loud and clear. But. This year things will be different. (Sucking in gut, side view of receding graying hair line, review of extra neck warmer layer, choker of chin skin shirt collar overlap.)
Where is that gym membership discount coupon honey? Determination, guts, reaching for all the glory. The motivation in real estate, where does it come from to be highly creative? Changing it up to make it new and different, reinvented. And what if Forrest Gump's mom had been a real estate professional?