“Eat a frog in the morning and nothing worse will happen to
you the rest of the day.”
Somebody said that. I don’t know who, but my mornings have
been wandering off in that direction.
First thing I take a slug of Noni juice on an empty stomach.
Why am I doing it? Well, Noni juice does
good things for my body, and I took all the capsules I had, and am now down to
the ton of juice I ordered that nobody wants to buy. I don’t blame them, the taste
alone could knock them off their chair, and I don’t want to be responsible for
anyone hurting themselves. That leaves me with the juice…
I just gulp it down with a chaser of water. I don’t want
to dilute the juice, that would require more tasting and swallowing. Follow that with a
good hot cup of coffee, though, and I’m good to go.
(Noni is a fruit of
Hawaii, that according the legend, will cure anything. One lady started drinking
it and began to lose weight. The family was worried, but found that she was in
Next I write to you guys or check my email, or work on my
book and in the meantime wait for my Real Estate License background check to
come in. By then, Grandson has awakened, and we fight over the computer. No, we
don’t fight, he is respectful and waits for me to move to my slow laptop.
The Writer in me sits here writing, that’s my dream, that’s
what I really want to do. And for a writer's blog, perhaps I should write something
profound about writing, but I’m not profound, I’m just me sitting here talking
I have whined about taking the Real Estate Licensing Exam, that’s
past, and then my fingerprints were rejected and had to be done again. (Not because I'm a criminal, because of poor prints.) So, I’m
waiting. In the meantime daughter and I are researching Brokerages for a home base, as all new
licensees we must be associated with a Principal Brokerage.
So now after a month or so of thinking, figuring, arguing,
deciding, un-deciding, Daughter and I have chosen a logo image and a name for
ourselves, and with that will come another webpage and another blog for me —something
like “The Trials and Tribulations of a New Real Estate Agent.” I have been
reading Barbara Cocoran’s book, #Shark Tales, for inspiration.
Here we sit fresh out of school, no lists, no leads, and so
sales, hum. (I did meet a nudist at a Banking event, though, that tickled me. And I got a tip at the same event, the problem was when I found him, he had already
bought a house.
(I’m collecting my no’s, but you know what comes after that. A YES.
All you writers can identify with that. )
P.S. I want to unveil our Business image, but that will come
Until then, Keep Writing.
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