Is this really my life?

Do you ever sit back and think, wow, I am so incredibly lucky that this is my life.

I have just finished an incredibly exhausting week, I have sold 4 homes in one week, and that can be incredibly exhausting. The paperwork, the organization, the deadlines, the inspections, it can be a lot. After a number of long days and early mornings, today the last of them finalized. It puts such an incredible smile on my face looking back at this week, seeing the smiling faces on all my clients who are so excited about the new homes they have just purchased. 

I love what I do. 

My heart fills with such joy as I am so proud and happy for all these people. They all hold a special place in my heart in one way or another. Some I have known for years, and others I get to know as we are going through the journey together but in the end, I honestly love them all. 

And it is at this time that I sit here in my office looking up at my giant chalkboard wall, my heart filled with happiness, and I look up at my goals. The number of people I wanted to help this year, and how close I am to reaching it. When I first started this real estate journey I never thought this would be possible, heck last year I didn't even think this was possible. I have pushed myself harder than I thought I could, and at the same time I know that I can push myself so much harder. 

One of the driving factors for me is a moment in my life I will never forget. I was 19 and had my first apartment. I was working 2 jobs that were both nearly full-time hours to make ends meet. I was fortunate enough to have a fine gentleman (I say that in the most sarcastic tone ever) who was living with me and was draining me of all my financial resources. I didn't have a bed to sleep on, just a piece of foam on the floor, most of the food I was eating was scraps from the restaurant I was working in, and I had no spare time at all. I had just logged into my bank account to discover there was -$10 in it. I got into the shower and cried. I had no money. No money for food, for clothes, for bills, for anything. And pay day was a long ways away.  

I believe that no matter how big you get, or how well you do in life, it is always important to remember where you came from. I love that I can look back at my lowest of lows and smile, and be proud of myself for where I am now. I have huge plans and goals for years to come, but I will never forget where I came from.