There was a week, one I’ll never forget, when I almost threw in the towel.

Three deals. Dead.
In. One. Week.

And not just any deals, these were the ones I had poured my time, heart, and problem-solving brain into. The kind you feel in your bones. The kind that reminds you how emotional and unpredictable this business really is.

Deal #1:

A sweet family was under contract, ready to relocate across the country. Signing day was around the corner. Movers were in motion. Schools had been researched. Emotions were high, but so was the excitement. And then, just like that, their relocation got cancelled.

Not postponed. Cancelled.

Can you imagine mentally moving your entire life… and then poof? Gone. Just like that, the entire plan unraveled.

Deal #2:

We were two weeks from closing. A solid buyer, inspections done, appraisal cleared. And then my seller had a moment, the kind of moment I totally understand as a human but had to navigate like a professional.

She realized… she wasn’t ready to let go. She loved her home. She couldn’t move forward.

Try explaining that to the buyer’s agent. (Spoiler: I did. With a lot of empathy, honesty, and deep breathing.)

Deal #3:

A beautiful home with one big surprise, a 20-year-old property line dispute with the neighbor.

We were so close. But when the title report flagged it, everything came to a halt.

So, I did what any determined agent would do: I found the neighbor. It was a vacant lot next door, and I tracked the owner down, knocked on his door, and tried to talk it out, nicely, of course.

It didn’t go well.

By the end of that week, I was exhausted.

Not just tired… soul tired.

Three deals gone. Three clients disappointed. Hours upon hours of work, strategy, driving, negotiating, paperwork, emotional labor… and not a single paycheck coming in.

That’s the part people don’t always see.

When a deal dies, so does the income tied to it. And yet, we show up anyway.

I started wondering if all this effort was even worth it. The emotional weight, the endless pivots, the parts that are out of my control no matter how hard I work.

But here’s the thing:
I didn’t quit. I got up the next Monday and showed up again.

Because even in the hardest weeks, I remember why I do this.

Because this work? It matters.
Because people still need someone who won’t flinch when things get hard.
Because real estate is real life. Messy, unpredictable, emotional, and filled with surprises and someone has to be the steady one in the middle of it all.

I’m still here.
Stronger. Wiser. A little more resilient.
And even more dedicated to helping people through every part of this process, the exciting beginnings, the heartbreaking detours, and the oh-so-satisfying wins.

So if you’re in the middle of a season that feels like it’s falling apart, know this:

It’s okay to pause. It’s okay to question. But don’t quit.

Because sometimes the breakthrough comes right after the breakdown.

And I’ll be here when you’re ready.