Make me a channel of your peace...
This business thing is crazy. Every day I am pushing the boundaries of my comfort zone and constantly doubting myself. Is this the right thing? Am I going to screw up? If I screw up, am I going to lose thousands of dollars? If I'm not going to lose thousands of dollars, then why am I stressing out about screwing up? I also feel like there is so much to learn to so fast. That "drinking from a firehose" discussion is pretty apt. Some of you loyal readers are also investors in my business, and I'm tempted to keep all my angst inside so that you'll be more confident in your money's current parking lot. But I can't. And your money is safe.
The major heartache I feel right now is that my first property, the one I *officially* sold 2 Fridays ago, has not actually resulted in money in my bank account because yet another monolithic institution screwed up. (If you are heavily interested in the details, Bank of America sent the buyer's money, about $40k, via an ACH. The title company does not accept ACH because apparently there is a 30 day window within which a bank can retract the funds, and that's not acceptable for a real estate deal. Once you pay the money and sign the papers, that's it, so the funds have to be wired. It is going to take up to 10 days to rectify this. WTF?)
The second heartache I feel is that I hired a freelancer from overseas who is just not working out. He is way more work than help. I need to fire him, but I haven't, and I should. I am going to do it tomorrow at 2pm.
The third thing is related to the first thing, in that I am starting renovations on my new ugly house this week and I need my money to pay people. Matt and I sat down and figured it out this weekend, but I'm annoyed that we even had to do it, that BoA sucks, and that this first house just had to be such a bear to deal with. And if the money doesn't come through in 10 days, I'm going to have to kill someone. Or at least work with another private money lender, which causes me angst because it just does. I hate asking people for stuff, because we all know I'm a control freak.
Finally, some of my marketing leads have started to turn into prospects. I have one right now that I don't know exactly how to handle, but I feel like it's a really good prospect. I decided this morning to call up another investor and ask him to partner with me on it - mentor me through the process in return for a cash return. So kind of like consulting? I feel much better now that I've made that decision. The whole idea of Sales - and that is definitely what this is - just makes me get all tight and clammy and stressed. What if they don't LIKE me? What if they say no? What if they tell me I'm a terrible human being?! (And you see, all those things are insignificant. So what if they say no? Hate me? Does it really matter? Will I ever talk to them again? No. But knowing that in my head and knowing that in my heart are two entirely different creatures.)
The major heartache I feel right now is that my first property, the one I *officially* sold 2 Fridays ago, has not actually resulted in money in my bank account because yet another monolithic institution screwed up. (If you are heavily interested in the details, Bank of America sent the buyer's money, about $40k, via an ACH. The title company does not accept ACH because apparently there is a 30 day window within which a bank can retract the funds, and that's not acceptable for a real estate deal. Once you pay the money and sign the papers, that's it, so the funds have to be wired. It is going to take up to 10 days to rectify this. WTF?)
The second heartache I feel is that I hired a freelancer from overseas who is just not working out. He is way more work than help. I need to fire him, but I haven't, and I should. I am going to do it tomorrow at 2pm.
The third thing is related to the first thing, in that I am starting renovations on my new ugly house this week and I need my money to pay people. Matt and I sat down and figured it out this weekend, but I'm annoyed that we even had to do it, that BoA sucks, and that this first house just had to be such a bear to deal with. And if the money doesn't come through in 10 days, I'm going to have to kill someone. Or at least work with another private money lender, which causes me angst because it just does. I hate asking people for stuff, because we all know I'm a control freak.
Finally, some of my marketing leads have started to turn into prospects. I have one right now that I don't know exactly how to handle, but I feel like it's a really good prospect. I decided this morning to call up another investor and ask him to partner with me on it - mentor me through the process in return for a cash return. So kind of like consulting? I feel much better now that I've made that decision. The whole idea of Sales - and that is definitely what this is - just makes me get all tight and clammy and stressed. What if they don't LIKE me? What if they say no? What if they tell me I'm a terrible human being?! (And you see, all those things are insignificant. So what if they say no? Hate me? Does it really matter? Will I ever talk to them again? No. But knowing that in my head and knowing that in my heart are two entirely different creatures.)
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