This was a fabulous one.
A weekend message asking if we do residential led to an in-person assessment. Interesting, because I’ve toyed with stopping those.
Some quote by phone, Max Dawson posts prices online, and we use LiveSwitch. But I’m old school, nothing replaces meeting in person.
I send some assessments to my techs because the business can’t rely on me. This one had to be mine. I trusted that feeling, and it led to an eye-opening meeting with Steve Nudelberg. I wrote about it, so go back if you missed it.
He asked if I was having fun. I paused. Putting out fires and dealing with “situations” isn’t fun. But meeting people, going to events and closing deals? That’s the fun part, and that’s exactly what this week was.
Steve’s coaching business, On the Ball, uses a sports mindset. I was a gymnast. Not an Olympic gymnast, but still. I’ve always said sports teach life skills.
Athletes know practice makes progress. It takes focus, teamwork and dedication. You push when you think you’re done. How you perform under pressure matters.
Had great interviews, and I’m excited to build this team. Here we go with sports again. A team needs more than star pitchers. You need catchers, outfielders and hitters.
Then came the Elite Legal networking event.
You know when you’re tired and start negotiating? Stay home. Go next month.
That was me.
If Nouchelle Hastings hadn’t asked, I probably would have talked myself out of it. But Nouchelle asks, and you go. Saying no is an option. Technically.
My babysitter window was short, but I dropped in, supported Elite and Christina Zanakos Feinberg, Esq. and saw the Women Empowering Women In Development Crew.
Wendi Marie Gabriel asked if this would make Let’s Be Real. Here you are.
Networking isn’t just drinks and conversation. The value is in following up. Who impacted you? Who can you help? Who can help you?
The next day I recorded with Nouchelle. She is always giving, and it’s never about her. This was supposed to be about her, but she made it about us. We dug deep. It was good.
Then a real estate meeting brought the excitement back. He half-jokingly asked if I knew any crude-oil buyers. Who knows someone who buys oil?
“I got a guy.”
He trusts my introductions. Meeting set for next week. Totally random and its own post.
Then came Sunday’s vintage market. I had an idea bubbling, so maybe I built it up too much.
My version of vintage and my 20-year-old daughter’s are not the same.
To her, vintage is an old Gap sweatshirt. To me, it has a story. A lost treasure found.
Apparently, vintage is a moving target. Every generation decides what counts.
We paid to get in, and most of the 50 vendors sold the same old T-shirts. Where were the dresses, skirts and things that felt like they stepped out of a time machine?
Maybe I’m not the professional, but it didn’t feel curated.
Tell me if I’m crazy. When you hear “vintage market,” what do you expect to find?