Oh SOMEBODY finally understands me!!! …and is giving cash for my ingenious ideas!!
The things I’ll do for money.
Question: contest extends to Canadians? Cause I’m doooown.
A Lesson On Change.
I never thought that I would be able to do it without him, that was, before I walked away from the picture with him in it. He was the first to teach me, and the only one that cared to listen to my dreams. And soon, it became our dream. To be honest, everything I did first was to impress him. All the books I read, all the knowledge that I coughed out at his demand — all to let him know I was interested in him. His wishes were my command, he told me to do this, research that, everything I did. To show him loyalty and commitment to that dream of ours. Thought I did it for him, thought I couldn’t do it without him.
You want to know what change is all about? Then take away the initial cause, and if the person is still doing the things that they were doing after the cause is out of the equation, then they’re for real.
Then came the break-apart. Break apart from us, from emotions, from our dreams, everything that had to do with him and I.
But it wasn’t like that.
- I found myself waking up and flipping through the business section of the Globe and Mail. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I would seek out the Commercial Real Estate section and I would cut it out hoping to somehow hand it to him. Many thoughts of just dropping it off in his mailbox ran through my mind… but I knew I had to stay strong. So I didn’t.
- I found myself looking through loopnet, seeing whether any new properties were listed. Well, it’s loopnet, unfortunately not.
- I found myself reading commercial real estate news around the world on my Blackberry, and that’s pretty much all I did with my Blackberry. Wanted to call him so bad to ask him what he thought about the financial crisis.
- I found myself talking to people about real estate. How it’s still something I want to do and will do.
- I found myself strategizing ways in achieving my goals without him. Because obviously he was a strong player in this team of him and I, but I was finally alone on this path and I had to find my own way out. And so I would sit there on my morning bus rides to school fantasizing the day when I would look up at a building I call my own….
That fantasy sort of looks like this…. me in high-heels and a pencil skirt, with no, not a pink construction hat, but yes, a traditional yellow one.
I changed for me.
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Circle of Influence. I can probably tell you what type of person you are by knowing who your friends are.
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Do you remember? Do you want to remember? You’re just a boy, you don’t understand…