Rogers Pass and Life in the Slow Lane

I love being a Realtor. A Real Estate Professional. A Real Estate Investor. The mobility, the people, the trust. I love it all. Self motivated, driven to become the best I can be. The privilege of helping others. The gratitude for a new day. Waking refreshed not knowing what mysteries are unfolding, the expectation of challenges. The person I am becoming, through the education and wisdom received from the daily lessons.

Last week, I packed up a few treasured belongings and steered West - to new horizons - the making of a new life in Kelowna. Tall prairie grass bade me farewell as the odometer clicked off the first 900 miles. Balmy breezes in Calgary, a quick meeting, hugs and handshakes with fellow Realtors- then into the mountains. Canmore, Banff, beauty, serenity, James Ray preaching over the speakers. Abundance. To be free and alive - a 70's tune almost made it to the forefront of my mind. Janis, and Bobby McGee, truck drivers and windshield wipers. High Expectations.

Then Rogers Pass and the introduction of a red warning light TRANSMISSION REQUIRES URGENT CARE dashed my feelings of goodwill and harmony. You know that sinking feeling of being on a roller coaster which has just hit the bottom, the rail curves and your car begins the slow descent to the top, and you are not really sure if it is going to make it, or why you are on the ride in the first place? Self doubt. Recriminations. High spirits replaced by negative emotions easily slipping into agonizing words of self pity, remorse. Easily ruining the trip, great big, huge grey boulders on the path.

Or not. Remember those Choose your Own Adenture Books? The choice is always ours, and as a Realtor I have grown into a person I like. One who chose not to let an AWOL transmission mar my journey, my adventure, my day. Overcoming obstacles. That is what I have learnt as a Real Estate Professional. Basement leaking? No funds on Possession date? Hidden Knob and Tube wiring? We shall overcome. Patience, perserverance, intelligence, and a calm optimistic attitude welcomed me to Life in the Slow Lane as I flashed my way towards Ravelstone, and safely shifted into park.