I guess I have been busy. I’ve closed 15 sales and have 9 pending sales, plus a few buyers out looking for that perfect place.
I feel like I never work and at the same time, I feel like I am always working. It’s a strange thing. I guess where it doesn’t really “Feel” like a job, I don’t notice how much I do it?
9 of these clients were referred to me by people I know and/or past clients. 8 were people I knew, some of whom have used me multiple times. 6 were past clients wanting to use me again. Only 1 was a brand new client. This family found THIS blog you are reading and called me.
What’s it been like this year for me? Pretty nice. I really enjoy working with people I know and those who are referred by people I know. There is a level of built in trust that comes with being referred. I normally don’t have to put on a polished presentation to try to win over a new client. They’ve usually already decided to use me based on a recommendation of a friend, who I assume has told them I am a car crazy, short and sandal wearing, big guy who wants the best for his clients. While most realtors are always looking for new work, my work always finds me first.
This comes so natural to me that I honestly sometimes feel like I don’t deserve the commission checks I get. I mean, I wake up, look at houses, tell people what I think they should do, determine what a house is worth, come up with the best strategy for achieving a client’s goals, talk a lot, drive around in my cars a lot, listen to 80s music, see people I know. Go to bed. Rinse. Wash. Repeat. It’s really just a nice way of spending your days.