The Millionaire Real Estate Agent

9/13/21

Dear Diary, 

I have no idea how to do any of this. All my skills seem to be useless and my way of doing things seem to be pissing my peers and even some clients off. Can my degree in Imagination really be of any help? Will my magic potions scare people away? And, most important of all, how can transfer all this intangible money that lives in my head into my very tangible bank account? I believe…ney, I know there is a Magic Wand out there waiting for me to pick it up and waive it. 

3/24/22

Dear Diary,

I have been given a book. 

A Magic Spell book called “The Millionaire Real Estate Agent”. It seems it’s trying to tell me something so I will follow my instinct and keep going deeper into it. 

I still can’t believe I am a Real Estate Agent… In the beginning there was only the Word. That title took me about two years to accept and fully say it out loud. 

3/7/23

Dear Diary,

The world is waiting for Mee the moment I say who I AM. So there: that’s me 

The Billionaire Real Estate Artist.  If I believe hard enough, others will have no choice but to follow suit. 

There are moments, dearest diary, that I must confess I feel lost in my mind. It feels like that to me at least. What do I have to do with real estate? When did that become my business? And where do I go from here? 

12/22/23

Oh, dear diary…

what is to become of us? For everyday this business is trying to get me far, far away from myself and everyday I pull it back into me. What is this character all about? Who is this agent that seems to want to crawl out of me…

Will I wake up one morning from an uneasy dream and find myself, in my bed, transformed into an insect… A gigantic cockroach… like so many of them.

6/6/24

Dear Diary,

My biggest nightmare has come true. I AM… dying. Is this how it starts?

11/6/24

Dear Diary,

I wasn’t dying. I was being reborn. I was afraid to dive in the pool, wasn’t I. The pool that is myself, I mean. I was afraid of being destroyed and recreated, wasn’t I? But what is there to be afraid? I was an insect that dreamt it was a woman. And a woman who dreamt she was a god. 

Now the dream is over and everything is awake in mee…