Every Two Years.

Every two years I’ve noticed a pattern with myself.

I need to make a big change – whether it be personally or professionally. For as long as I can remember, every two years, I have changed jobs or positions. Until I found real estate – and then every two years I would change brokerages until I started my own… which was… wait for it…

Just about two years ago.

I don’t plan on changing brokerages or jobs, but there is a tickle for a new goal. I don’t like being comfortable. The irony is being comfortable makes me uncomfortable. It’s a bit of a sadistic situation I have with myself and I discuss regularly in therapy 🙂 

I love throwing myself into chaos like a puzzle to figure out. It’s the process I love – figuring it out like a Rubik’s cube. The last two years I have been detangling the how’s of renovating this 1930s house I bought in late 2020, jumping through hoops to get it converted to accommodate an in law for my parents, moving them out and selling their home of 32 years and making sure no one killed eachother – thrown in there was starting my own brokerage, doing my third fitness competition, and now having set up my brokerage to serve in Massachusetts, as well. 

And now it’s calm. 

And it’s driving me insane. 

I have started the planning of the next phase of my renovation, but a lot of it is paperwork behind the scenes that I don’t have much of a hand in. So that pot is simmering. I have a couple of other irons in the fire that don’t require immediate heavy action. BORING.

So when all else fails and I’m feeling like I’m hanging out in the breeze, my mind always goes to training for another competition. I had a false start last year. I embarked on training and did really well for the first two months and then life circumstances took precedence and took my focus away – I made the decision for my own well-being to put my mental energy where it would serve me best, and at the time, it was not training for a fitness competition. 

The old me would have been angry for “quitting” on myself. But the beauty of getting older (combined with, say it again with me everyone, THERAPY), comes perspective, and “what is in my best interest for my mental health”.

This month marks two years since my last competition. I love (and have missed) the mindset I get into when training. Never have I experienced something that requires so much determination and mental toughness, as training for one. This will be my fourth one. 

Another fascinating discovery behind doing these competitions is the evolution of people’s support. My first show, I didn’t say tell many people – a few of the people I did tell, had a hard time wrapping their head around it.

“You can have A bite. It won’t kill you” to (soon to be) four shows later, people now asking me when I’m going to do another one or when suggesting getting together, a common first question is “Well, are you training? Would a walk or coffee be better?” or friends going out of their way to make me dinner that fits into my training. This journey can be, at times, incredibly lonely and isolating, so these seemingly small gestures of support are incredibly meaningful to me.

I’d be lying if I said having that “warm blanket wrapped around me” feeling of people believing in me wasn’t a huge factor involved in doing another one.

Because it very much is.

Two years later.

The countdown is on – my show is October 28th – 126 days and a whole lotta broccoli to go. 

All aboard.