blast from the past

Random Thoughts on What a Difference 10 Years Makes

what a difference 10 years makes

Elizabeth Weintraub in 2007 Cabo San Lucas.

You know what a difference 10 years makes when you look at photo galleries that continually shove photos from years ago in front of your face. Like when you’re on Facebook, for example, and suddenly it shows you a picture from a long time ago and you can’t believe your eyes. Or, if you’re like me, you click off the website and silently wish they would stop doing that. In my case so many of the old photos are of pets and people who have since died. It takes me a long time to get over losing a pet. I seem to adjust to deaths of people easier. It’s not a matter of value.

In this particular photograph, I just arrived in Cabo San Lucas at a recently opened newer hotel with very few guests. You can tell the year is 2007 because I’m wearing a watch. Unless it’s an Apple Watch or a Rolex, nobody wears a watch anymore. I’m also wearing my wedding ring on my chubby little fingers, and while I am still married to the most wonderful man in the world, I don’t wear my ring anymore. I don’t wear any rings because I intensely dislike wearing rings. My rings cause an irritation on my crepe paper skin, too, and one day I decided: why am I doing this? Because it’s expected that I wear a ring? Forget that. Doesn’t make me any less married, and I’m far more comfortable not dealing with it.

But my face looks so confident, not a care in the world, so young. It was just the beginning of short sales in Sacramento, and I wasn’t yet shredded to pieces. What a full head of hair, too. My hairdresser suggested this week that I try using Nioxin Booster to make my hair “the best that it could be.” That sounded like a line of BS until I googled the product. While they don’t want to come right out and say that Nioxin will grow more hair, that’s the basics of it. She told me something about it opening up blocked hair follicles, sounds goofy. But it seems to work for a lot of people, if you can believe Amazon reviews.

Yet, what a difference 10 years makes. Everything looks different when you look back in time. When you’re a little kid, the stuff around you seems so huge, your home, your school, your community, and when you look at photos years later, you’re often amazed at how small everything actually is in retrospect. This is why sometimes you’re better off with your own illusions of what life is like. Who says you have to stare at reality in the face all the time. Oprah?

At my age now, I try to be more in the present than anything. I don’t want to miss out on an opportunity to have fun. To stay happy, optimistic. I don’t want to think a lot about the future because it will come without my thoughts. I’ve prepared for it. I don’t need to spend more time on it than necessary. I also don’t need to look into the past and ponder what would have happened if I had taken a different road. The fact is I chose the road I’m on right now. It’s a good place to be. When I say what a difference 10 years makes, I can take comfort in the fact I have not become jaded by success. I still keep a positive outlook.

Just more confidently, that’s all.


A Blast-From-the-Past Photo of Elizabeth Weintraub


Awards luncheon, February 2007, Elizabeth Weintraub and Terry Wakabayashi

Patti Martinez, a Lyon agent who used to work in our Midtown Lyon office, sent me this blast-from-the-past photo (above) yesterday from her February 2007 archives. It’s a photo of this Sacramento Realtor next to Terry Wakabayashi, another Lyon agent at our Midtown Lyon office, shot at an awards luncheon. Apparently, we all had to dress in some sort of Hawaiian attire. That was 9 years ago, and I’d only been to Hawaii a couple of times by that point. Not like 2016 after we actually bought a home in Hawaii in January.

In all honesty, I have no recollection of ever attending this particular event but the photograph is proof I was there. I look at my chubby little self, with my fatty chin, cherub cheeks, innocent sparkle in those eyes, that polite smile, and it seems like I do not know that person.

Two things stand out for me in that blast-from-the-past photo. The first is the fabulous hair. You’ve gotta admit, it looks pretty good. It’s too bad my hairdresser was so caught up in himself and exhibited way too much drama for me to deal with that he made it necessary for me to find a different hairdresser. Part of the fun of going to the salon is to chat with your hairdresser, share intimate details like you might with the guy serving you a bourbon at the bar at Ella. OK, maybe your second bourbon. In any case, a customer doesn’t really enjoy a one-sided conversation, especially when your hairdresser makes you want to shake him: put a sock in it, dude.

I have a wonderful hairdresser now, a woman I’m very happy with who, in fact, used to also work at the Lyon Midtown office as a Lyon agent but has now moved her real estate license to Re/Max. She doesn’t want the pressure of day-to-day sales, she says, and she tremendously enjoys running her own hair salon in Midtown, has been doing it for 20 years. I am also in love with her adorable dog, whom she takes to the salon. He delivered a big ol’ wet lick on my nose last week.

The other thing I notice in that blast-from-the-past photo is I am wearing a watch. Like my late father-in-law, the Chicago Sun Times reporter, loved to say, I am a professional observer. Who wears a watch today? OK, maybe if you splurged on a watch from the Rolex store in Maui, you’d wear it, or maybe an Apple Watch just to chuckle when Mickey Mouse’s feet dance, but an ordinary watch? I automatically reach for bracelets now and not any of my watches. They sit looking forlorn and sad in my jewelry drawer graveyard.

Below is a photo shot a few months ago at the Mill at Broadway Grand Opening in Land Park, as I relax with a craft beer in casual attire next to the trash cans, just for comparison purposes. This is a photo that will one day become a blast-from-the-past photo. One thing I can say is I have holding power in real estate. I started in the business in 1974 as a title searcher and have come a long way. Nobody handed me anything on a silver platter. If you’re looking for a top Sacramento Realtor, please call Elizabeth Weintraub at 916.233.6759. And, thanks for the photo, Patti.


Elizabeth Weintraub at the Mill at Broadway Grand Opening in Land Park

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