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And Then I Went To L.A. For An Audition…

Before we get to the juicy bits—not my juicy bits, the juicy bits of this story—let us meander back to where this trip originated from … when I was 10 years old.If you read my memoir, you might recall the shyness-overtakes-me-again-dammit episode where I’m the star runner of track and field, and on the big day (meet day), I totally flee the scene because I’m so nervous I almost barf on the coach. No, you don’t remember that? Well, obvi, I sure as shit did.Which brings me right up to speed to the fast-paced La La Land!A few years ago, I was “finding myself”—aka continuing my identity crisis—and following my dream of being a high paid, well-acclaimed screen writer *cough*...

Letting Go of the Edge of the Pool aka Damn You, Comfort Zone

A few days ago, I had an “a-ha” moment, one of those light bulb going off in my mind, but more like one of those movie spotlights that showcases some event and criss-crosses in the sky to be seen for miles—only to shine directly in my light-sensitive pupils. The “a-ha” told me, “It's time,” whereby I replied, “But I’m not ready.” And it said, “You'll never be ready, so do it now.” This little conversation in my mind was referring to separating my self from the old Realty-Lady me. I'm still getting heart palpitations just writing about it. Though I hung up my license over a year ago, my name and face have still been on 'my' team's...

“We will all look at her differently now. Poor Girl.”

Remember the saying about how what you say Says More About You than who you’re talking about (behind her back, no less)? The title of this blog is a direct quote of one of the (very few) judgemental, critical, superior-attitude, I-think-I’m-better-than-you, probably-bible-thumping, stick-inserted-in-uber-tight-ass email replies that was just forwarded to me by a colleague after I accidentally sent my personal blog (err, this one) out to all of my real estate team blog subscribers this morning (whoops, techie forgot to switch the link when he moved my personal site). Fortunately, this was the only Nasty Nellie email I received (and am aware of), though there were a few who respectfully asked to be removed from said blog subscription...

The Art of Flirting

August. Getting ready for the music event (details later), my girlfriend and I discuss the art of flirting. Friend: “You’re so good at it, you have to show me what to do.” We’re both single. I reply, “It’s easy—make eye contact and laugh a lot.” Friend: “Okay, well, show me anyway.” She’s gorgeous and doesn’t even have to follow the two-step protocol I’ve just given her. She just needs to show up, but somehow she can’t see it. I say, “You need to learn to love yourself! Look at you. I love me. I think I’m amazing! In a non-narcissistic way, of course. And you’re way hotter...

What Will They Think of Me? Embracing Authenticity

Fuck. There. I’ve said it—or rather written it—a shocking word (in my real estate business circle) that most people who know me as the consummate professional would never (and I do mean never) think I’d ever utter, never mind open with in my first public blog post. (Note: The title of my first blog was going to be “Alberta Beef Makes Me Horny,” but you’ll just have to wait for that one.) So here I am, the real me. Currently, the real me is scared as fuck. (Now I’m just writing that word to show off. I’ll refrain from further use unless authentically warranted, rather than just to shock, only because overuse of the word nullifies its effectiveness and distracts...

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