Well, except for this one observation … what seems to be lacking from the vast majority of real estate blogs is a true passion, an insight into the heart and soul of the blog’s author. “We can help with any purchase because we’re the greatest agents in history” doesn’t really say much about the writer.
For better or worse, I have a writer’s soul first and foremost. And it’s because of that basic fact that the emotions of the day usually work their way onto the screen in front of you. Usually it’s my mother who asks if I’m okay after a particularly cynical series of posts; yesterday it was one of my clients who jokingly (I think) said he’d hate to get on the wrong side of one of my blog posts.
I’m not going to lie. I’m a curmudgeon. I like things the way I like them, even if I can’t have them that way 99 percent of the time. When I go to a restaurant I usually order the same thing every time. Carrabba’s? Spedino di Mare. Arriba’s? Red chile burro or a fajita quesadilla.
Pullano’s is a small pizza-and-wing shop here in Glendale. There was a time when I could walk in the door and wouldn’t have to order. Becky and Lori would write up the ticket as soon as they saw me because they knew the order. Same thing happens right now when I go to Rock Bottom – out comes the second hefeweisen, out comes my iced tea. They know it. Other customers know it (and have pointed it out.) I’m a creature of habit.
All in all, I’m much like many of you. And I don’t mean “you” – the fellow real estate agents who read this blog regularly – but the “you” in the general public. When I see news about resetting ARMs and such, my first thought isn’t “what is this going to do to business?” It’s “how is this going to impact my family and my HELOC.”
Yes, I have a HELOC on my house. I have bills to pay, just like you. Granted, not all of you are down for a second ACL surgery on your beagle/slash/marketing vehicle, but feel free to substitute whatever you choose. I have to get my kids to soccer or to art class or to the mall, all bent around an admittedly flexible work schedule.
Any day now I’m going to post pictures of my wonderful winter lawn. Why? Because the thing grew! And it helps cancel out the three-year tiling project in my own bedroom closet.
I never went into real estate to be rich. Comfortable, I’d settle for. Able to provide for my family, that’s well enough.
Why do I get so mad at NAR for wasting my dues? Because that’s my money – money that can be spent on the next pair of soccer cleats, or auto insurance once the soon-to-be 16-year-old starts driving or the next trip to the Build-A-Bear Workshop.
There’s an overarching perception of real estate agents as money-grubbing whores who will do or say anything to secure the next commission check. But not all of us are that way. In fact, many, many of us are no different than you.
Check out the construction projects undertaken by Jay or Kelley. Pick almost any post from Kris Berg describing her glamorous existence (which she still makes sound, well, glamorous.) Or the reality that Ardell brings to the table.
I’d love to be able to mask the cynicism, the concern for the housing market, the worries over the economy … but to pretend I’m not feeling any of that would make me less than human. If these are the things that worry you, isn’t it reasonable to assume they would worry me as well?
For some of us, blogging isn’t as much a vehicle to attract business as a therapeutic vessel through which we can share our thoughts, our minds, our feelings. Not that I’m going to start the group hug anytime soon (though I guess “hugs” and other such things are an option over on Facebook.)
Maybe that’s why I don’t worry so much about the possibility of some folks running for the hills when they read the blog. The information about the real estate market – that is for you, my readers. The blog itself … well, that’s for me.[tags]real estate blogging[/tags]