I took my course final February 25th. So what the heck....I went ahead and scheduled my State and National Finals as well. I felt a little less pressured with this test since I had unlimited attempts, however, I did not want to be the idiot who could not pass. March 14th was the day. It was set. There was no turning back now. My test was scheduled for 9:00, so I got up at 3:00 and went to study some. Then relaxed a bit, then headed to test. This test was required to be in person. I believe I had 180 minutes for this test as well, but I think it had maybe 40 more questions than my course final. Um, yeah. This test took me almost the ENTIRE time. The place was nice and everything, well everything other than the test. No test is nice. But everything and everyone was organized and had things running smoothly. Again, everything except the test, that it. I swear I was trying to remember questions so I could know what to study later for when I had to retake it. Horrible I tell you. Just ...

 Jason approached me one day out of the blue and said, "I think now is the perfect time for you to go to real estate school." Now mind you, we have had this conversation a million times in the past but I have always found a million and three reasons as to why NOW is NOT the perfect time. I am not sure if my resistance came from fear. I mean, we all know its been like 48 years since I've last attempted to study. Fear of not being 1,300% available for my babies. Fear of failure. Who knows? I sure in the hell didn't. But what I did know was that I wasn't ready to face whatever it was that was holding me back. But this time was different. He was not taking no for an answer. I told him I would look into some online programs to see which one fit my needs best. And while I did that, I did it more so to appease him than anything else. I loved real estate and I would loved to do this more than anything else but I was scared. I mean, I haven't worked in almost 15 years....

It's been a long time since I've worked. And by worked, I mean outside the home, receiving a paycheck.  And by long, I mean a good 13+ years. But don't let that fool you-I've had kids, pets, a husband, a company, a home, PTO Board, Room Mom duties, the daily grind, and a lot of health fun, among so much more to keep me more than entertained over those years.   But something was missing. I kept feeling it. But I couldn't find it. I knew I needed it had to do with needing to use my brain. I loved being readily available for anyone and everyone 24/7 but I needed more. I could feel it. Even worse, I could feel it starting to affect others around me. The kids were getting older, but not old enough. Not yet. At least not in my mind. They still needed and wanted me present as much as possible. So for now, I had to find a way to push my need to the back burner. And considering I didn't even know what my "need" even was, I was okay justifying doing so. Enter CO...