Real Estate Success Story Starts with Fairytales
To sell a lot of homes in Sacramento as a real estate agent, it is imperative that an agent be an extremely organized person. I’ve never done a survey of successful real estate agents, but I would imagine that maintaining organized systems and utilizing creative efficiency are essential traits that we all have in common. I realized early on when my sales began to climb above those I could count on my fingers and toes that I needed to develop systems to handle the workload. It means I do everything pretty much in the same manner all the time.
I can’t afford to make a mistake. Literally. My clients bank on my efficiency. Plus, I never have to remember precisely which tasks I have completed because they are all handled in an identical way. I was wondering how I got to be this way, whether maybe there’s a little bit of Asperger Syndrome going on due to my ability to intensely focus on certain tasks and dissect them, piece by piece, to the exclusion of everything else. I possess intensely creative organizational skills.
My husband says I disappear into my computer and don’t come up for anything, especially not when I’m writing email updates to potential clients or negotiating with agents in text messages on my monitor about requests for repairs or comparable sales or the bazillion other things that pop up on my screen every day. Sometimes I forget to eat breakfast or lunch and then suddenly realize I’m starving.
When I reflect back on my life, I am reminded of a marvelously disruptive time that I had created in the third grade in Mrs. Brill’s class at Centennial Elementary in Circle Pines, Minnesota. I loved to read fairytales like some girls love to read books about horses or detectives. I cleaned out the school library and read every fairytale book I could find. I had asked Mrs. Brills if I could put on a play. I pulled everybody in the class into the play, and every afternoon the class would shut down so we could do a performance.
Because it was my idea, I had the starring role. I was either Goldilocks or Snow White or Cinderella. I assigned roles to my classmates, ran through the general idea of the story and let the kids ad-lib the action and narrative as we went along. Sometimes I would whisper lines to them when nothing would come out of their mouths and they were stuck for something to say.
I was promoting, directing, writing and starring in my own fairytale stories. And I didn’t have to do any school work. That takes a great deal of creativity and organizational skills.
The authorities eventually figured out that we weren’t doing any work and the whole class was participating in a play with nobody really sitting in the audience, so the school made us stop. Just cold turkey. We were not allowed to put on class plays during class anymore. I was kinda crushed. It was such a brilliant way not to have to learn how to write cursive when I could print very well, thank you.