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Put the Pedal to the Metal

 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. Who even knows if I can do this? What if I completely fail? What if I can't even pass the class? What will Jason think? Even worse, what will my kids think?

Jason quickly grew tired of my excuses, as I knew he would. This left me no other choice but to pick an online program and just do it. But before committing to it, I had to have a serious sit down with Jason. I had to make sure he understood that IF this was going to happen, I'd have to have his support and his help. When I do something like this, I do it. I did not want this class to last a year. I wanted to start it and finish it. But this would only be possible with his help because I did not want to disrupt the kids routines at all. I was doing this for me and so to interrupt their lives just wouldn't be fair. He had to understand this because it was the ONLY way I'd agree to it.

Well, him agreeing to my rules and stipulations was a no-brainer. And I must say, for the most part, he did good adhering to them as well. I started the course October 24, 2023. My daily routine, for the most part, remained the same. House stuff, dinner prep, school things for the kids, Langscapes, errands, etc.. I reserved my nights for studying. Once I got dinner on the table, made sure the kids did not need help with homework or neither of them had any tests I needed to help them study for, and everyone was settled, I left for the night. I figured Jason could see to getting them in bed on time. Some nights I'd study an hour, other nights I'd be coming home when Jason was leaving for work. Jason sacrificed a lot. The kids sacrificed a lot. The family sacrificed a lot. And it was hard. On everyone. But no one ever complained. Not once. Everyone was so supportive of me doing this. I finished the class in about a month and a half. Just in time for Christmas break. I did not work over Thanksgiving break or any time the kids were off. Weekends were no study days too, for the most part. I did not crack a book again until after the kids returned to school the following year!!!!

Test time. I had 2 attempts to pass my course final or I'd have to retake the entire course again. Now mind you, I just let a good month go by without even looking at any material from the class. The kids returned to school the beginning of January and by the time things settled down, January was over. I couldn't keep putting this test off. I scheduled it knowing there'd be no turning back. I also scheduled Jason and the kids a weekend away at Danny's lake house that same weekend. My test was online via a proctor so I did not need any distractions here at the house.

I spent Friday night relaxing and studying off and on. Saturday, the day of my test, morning Heather and I went bowling. I then came home, showered, reviewed some material, made sure I had everything needed for my test, and chillaxed for a bit. My test was not scheduled until 10:00 that night so I had more time on my hands than I cared for. I was allotted 180 minutes to take the test. I called Jason and the kids before starting. I literally felt like I was going to puke. The test took me all of 20 minutes to take. Thank goodness I passed!

But now what???!!!




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