I left with a few things on my mind in terms of “what’s next”. I wanted to help other families dealing with epilepsy. I wanted to help our dietitian who had helped us so much. I wanted to write a book. And I wanted to put more time into our real estate business. I haven't completed all those things, but I’ve made progress!
The one that has been consuming most of my time over the past six months is the house that we’re flipping in Englewood, CO. The hardest part of flipping is finding a good deal on a house. We were dragging our feet not wanting to get back into the nitty gritty of real estate because we understood the time commitment. Low and behold, this house landed in our laps - it essentially found us. (Side note: we are actually splitting this project with my brother because without me working, it just wouldn’t happen financially.)
So, we took possession in June. At that time, I wondered, wow... what did these people go through to abandon a house in this condition? Why was this house mistreated? What’s this houses story? Whatever it was, I saw the potential in this little ol house. It had good bones!
Click here to see BEFORE/AFTER PICTURES!
Click here to see LISTING PICTURES!
These before/after pictures represent much more than a sale sign in the yard to me. When I look at them, I see all the details large and small that were thought out and worked on diligently to pull together a HOME. I see a young couple having friends over and gathering around the island having a glass of wine. I can picture kids kicking the ball in the yard. A Christmas tree in front of the big picture window that looks like eyes with no eyebrows. Someone mowing the yard and seeing a window on the outside that doesn't exist on the inside. :) I can see life in this house!
And I’m happy to say, we’re under contract! If all goes well, we’ll be closing December 23rd.
And I’m happy to say, we’re under contract! If all goes well, we’ll be closing December 23rd.
And we owe it all to my new co-workers.
What have I learned?
Two years ago I was searching for a passion. Well, now I have so many I don't know
what to do with them all! They’re not as much "passions" as values. My most recent epiphany is that there
is a lot of honor in hard, physical work. I've always
believe this, but it now has a new meaning.
Maybe I feel this way because I was raised by a blue collar
family. Literally - my dad wore a
blue uniform with a patch on the pocket the said "Jim" his whole
career. But my parents taught me to work hard. As a kid I was
NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER embarrassed by or disappointed in my parents. I was proud and it was because they were proud. Everything they owned they worked hard for. And even though they didn't make
much money, they did a good job.
But there’s also a different element to physical labor. I could come up with some marketing campaign that
will bring in revenue for a company. I
spend 3 months pulling it together - agonizing over a sentence or word or image. Then I
launch it and it's forgotten in less than 30 days. I don’t see the real end result - I’m on to the next thing. Tradesmen are building schools where children are going to come to learn. They’re building homes
where families are started. Hotels and resorts where people go to have fun. There is a lasting-ness about building something
with your hands.
We do our best to hire honorable, hard working contractors
and tradesmen. It takes hiring a
few before you find one that you permanently add to your
rolodex. But we have built up a pretty
honorable rolodex.
Tim is like family to us. Our business wouldn’t exist without him. He was referred to us after we had purchased our last flip around the same time Lily was diagnosed. Jason explained why we needed help getting finished and he said “well, I know a little something about that. I’ve been battling epilepsy my whole life.” Since then, we’ve been able to keep him employed fairly regularly. And with him he brings a small army of hard workers.
Including Lee. Lee is a part-time right-hand-man and full time minister at a church in Aurora. There’s also James. He is a plumber we’ve used for a few different jobs. When we met James two and a half years ago he was working as a plumber at a school district. He took side jobs to earn money to pay for his son’s college. Since then, he built up his business enough to quit his day job. Then he sold his company to a larger plumbing company which he now runs making enough to be able to pay for more than just his son’s college. And Victor. He lives in New Orleans and helped in the rebuilding of homes after Catrina.
Tim is like family to us. Our business wouldn’t exist without him. He was referred to us after we had purchased our last flip around the same time Lily was diagnosed. Jason explained why we needed help getting finished and he said “well, I know a little something about that. I’ve been battling epilepsy my whole life.” Since then, we’ve been able to keep him employed fairly regularly. And with him he brings a small army of hard workers.
Including Lee. Lee is a part-time right-hand-man and full time minister at a church in Aurora. There’s also James. He is a plumber we’ve used for a few different jobs. When we met James two and a half years ago he was working as a plumber at a school district. He took side jobs to earn money to pay for his son’s college. Since then, he built up his business enough to quit his day job. Then he sold his company to a larger plumbing company which he now runs making enough to be able to pay for more than just his son’s college. And Victor. He lives in New Orleans and helped in the rebuilding of homes after Catrina.
I have nothing but respect for all these gentlemen. I consider myself pretty darn lucky to spend a day working
with them. I can do marketing in my sleep. But I walk onto a job site and I'm clueless.
These guys look at a project and know exactly how things will fit
together measurements and all. I tell them about a vision I have and they figure out how to make it happen. I use to complain about how much work I had to take on at my marketing jobs, but tradesmen have me beat on that - they are overworked and underpaid. At least I brought home a regular paycheck with benefits, weekends off and vacation time.
This (combined with the other work I do) is my job now and ironically, it makes me happier than my office job ever did. And I don’t even know a trade - I just do the sidekick jobs that you could hire a 4-year-old to do. But I’ve succumbed to the race to
status, title, money that seemed to have started back in college. This is the lesson I'm learning. Yes, I'm guilty of the
desire to keep up with the Jones'.
But I'm learning.
The key difference for me is being HAPPY! I didn't realize the distinction until recently. It’s not about status or money or title. It’s about happiness. It’s letting go of what is ingrained in my brain. It’s following my heart. It’s understanding that what I HAVE is MORE than enough.
Money doesn’t buy happiness. And coming home to a happy, healthy
family is even better! SO. BLESSED.

















