The nights are so long, and those quiet hours I have come to see as a gift. Time to try and sort it out, and I have learned in the wee hours you have to sit up right for it to make sense.
Today I am setting in motion a series of event that is going to change things for me. For 8 years now I have been a realtor, and I can feel on an emotive level I am at the end of that career. My license expires at the end of the month, nearly $500 in professional dues are due, and I just cannot muster the gumption to do it any more.
The market in my area is terrible. We have had the highest unemployment rate in the state for a decade and with the subprime loan industry crashing there simply is not enough business to go around. I have not sold a house since August, have not had a closing since September. I make enough to live on by doing property management, but that has turned me into an asshole. Constant, never ending babysitting, always on, always on standby for some emergency.
So today I will let them know this time it is for real, start contacting friends to see if there are any openings where they draw a paycheck. The very fact I am going this route fills me with hope and relief. It is going to be alright. I've done it before. I've washed dishes, and I am in better shape than I was last time I had to.