Tag: support

NC Real Estate Agent , chp 3 Section 3.

From real estate paralegal to real estate agent.

From passing closing documents to real estate contracts.

Oh my have I been through quite the roller coaster ride.

2 years ago – headed to the law firm.

Working for attorneys will teach you to three things: read everything twice, pay attention to detail, and lastly when in doubt just say you don’t know.

Your word is super important and I rather you be honest and knowledgeable than carelessly move forward with whatever.

Be sure to read through everything thoroughly. Lawyers are trained to clarify (usually in detail) and spice of language for contracts. Understand what you are signing.

Paying attention to detail can easily save everyone involved some time. Imagine recording a deed to a home and the Parcel ID or grantee name is wrong 😑. Simply mistakes happen but in this world you learn from them and they don’t happen again.

Real estate school is something else too! Some attorneys would even say the NC state test is harder than the BAR exam! 🤯 I can’t imagine. I would prefer going to school longer for this type of test. I also wish upfront cost were there for people to know as well.

Being a real estate agent is new for me. Just the agent part. I’ve been touring and working in homes since I was 8 or 10. Now I just have the luxury of helping people secure their home and their bag 💰.

I’ve watched this city grow and am excited to be a part of it. Welcome home y’all 🏡

http://briforte.evcarolinasrealty.com/

Peace and love 💕

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a moment to change a life.

These past few months have been tough.
I mean brutally disturbing. My heart, my soul and mind have had it.
Let me walk you through it.

My eyelids are swollen from watching this nonsense.
My ears are bleeding from all of the noise.
My mind is exhausted from all this chaos.
My body is tired of doing it alone.

The nurturer in me has fled, not sure if she’s coming back.
Hope sometimes seems to be far off in the distance.

Then, all of the sudden, things changed.

My eyes are normal and brown again. My ears have healed. I can even hear the birds chirping in the morning. My mind can wander about the colors in the wind. What changed was my mindset, the people I let in, my expectations, everything! It all had to change. If I could control it, I did. You simply have to take back your time and sit with yourself. Remember only you can make you happy!

There is a lot of internal conflict going on lately. It’s tough to acknowledge your flaws but, its easier to move past them once you understand the trauma hidden in the shadows. We are all living this life based on our particular experience. Taken these broken things and use them to build you up! Learn and grow; it is the only way out.

As for outer support, don’t forget, you are never alone! Allow your life-timers (long-lasting friends) and close family hear you. Be vulnerable, speak your mind, and things will work themselves out.

Lastly, put the energy towards solving problems, not dwelling in them. You can only change what you can control. Stay strong, because we have to. We’ve got this!

Endometriosis & Me

I’m not really sure when the symptoms really started. I started my period when I was a young little thing. I was on my way to middle school. I was told it was tough. I believed it, heck I got to see it prematurely. My oldest sister had terrible periods. She’d lie on the floor in the fetal position, crippled by pain and vomiting. I was scared of her experience before I even made it to that time of my life. Soon after I was lying on the floor alongside my sister. I didn’t realize my heavy flow, persistent pain and vomiting were signs of something more serious. I just thought everyone had a week of pain and ridiculousness.

I looked pitiful lying on the floor. Wishing, crying and praying the pain would go away. I wasn’t lucky like some, where they have shortened periods, oh no. I was in for the full seven days. It resulted in me losing a bit of weight each cycle plus the exhaustion from it all. Later my pain got so bad that I was missing school and work. Heck, one day I was working through pain and nausea, the shift was extremely busy. I ended up passing out and was told to go home after the ambulance cleared me. I snacked to get my levels back to normal and eventually made it to my car. It didn’t stop there though. I proceeded to drive and didn’t make it 3 miles down the highway before I was overcome with chills. I then started to non-stop vomit and shake with chills. I wasn’t stuck there too long. A state trooper pulled up to check on what looked like a car in distress.

Walking up to my car the state trooper didn’t know what he was in for. Shaking like crazy, covered in sweat and gripping and plastic bag I was able to crack my window. He began to ask me questions, for some reason I couldn’t find the words. So I handed him my driver’s license and my phone, which I had already dialed a person of contact. He talked to my friend to inform them of what the situation was and called the ambulance. Within twenty minutes the ambulance and help from friends had arrived. I was in good hands.

After that crazy day, I had to get in and see a doctor. I then had an ultrasound and they found a cyst. Well, what they thought was a cyst. They told me it would take care of its self with time. It started off at the size of a dime and later enlarged to a golf ball. The pain was also more intense by this time. Years later I still had those crappy periods. The issues with this had turned me into a completely different person. Years later I gave in, this was not going to “take care of itself”. I requested, heck, I demanded surgery. I could no longer live with the pain of this so-called cyst and wanted it gone. It would solve all of my problems.

My surgery was set for April first. I was excited, scared, nervous and looking for answers. I almost chickened out in my hospital gown because I was so scared, ha, my mom could tell you. Waking up, I told my mom I changed my mind and she replied baby you’re done. I was in awe but at the same time relieved. I woke up to good news. I was informed that it was not a cyst. Following that the bad news was that I had been diagnosed with Endometriosis. The so-called cyst was a ball constructed of endometriotic tissue. Oh, and kicker, the last thing I caught, was that there is no cure. While they were in me they burned off the tissue and cleaned me out. The tissue they found was all over my stomach, uterus, fallopian tubes and more. You could say we wiped the chalkboard clean, to a certain extent. Over time it will come back and start to create issues but it can be managed better now. At this point I was over it, not only did the surgery not fix my problem but I had to live with this too.

After surgery, I was started on a drug called Lupron Depot. I was told it is the same strength as chemo treatment. It would suppress my period for six months. this would also relieve me of pain so I was super excited to start. It was in the form of a shot, not my favorite, so each visit wasn’t something I was looking forward to. A few months had past and I started to see the side effects they advised me of. My mood and personality were off, I was way more emotional. Oh and HOT FLASHES, that’s for the birds. I cannot deal! How do our ladies in the older community handle this?

Years after surgery and the depot, I have been managing my periods with birth control. Not to say it’s working but it does sometimes. My periods are hit or miss. I am currently on week five of my period. Mind you, I faithfully take my birth control every day. I just think my body no longer cares about the tiny little pills. When I mention it to people they are like, “How are you so calm?” To be honest, I try to be. This isn’t my first rodeo though, it has happened before, enough to count on two hands. The longest time I experienced my period so far is two months. Crazy right?

Since all of that, I have been doing more research on Endometriosis. I have joined support groups on Facebook and so much more. There are many resources out there for women with Endo, never feel alone.

YOU ARE NOT ALONE!