In my journey through life, I've encountered numerous obstacles, but fear has never hindered me from accomplishing my goals. As I recently turned 40, I realized that many significant events in my life seem to occur in sets of three, hence the name "Third Time's the Charm" for this blog. Contrary to popular belief, I have been incredibly fortunate in matters of love. I have experienced love and have been deeply loved in return. I married my first husband at the age of 18, and when I was 19, we welcomed a beautiful baby girl into our lives. My second husband embraced me as a performing artist and supported my growth in that field. Today, I am with the love of my life, and unlike previous relationships, our connection is not driven simply by emotional intensity. I believe he is my soulmate, and I am content and fulfilled in this relationship.
After my second divorce, while raising three children and often working six days a week, I achieved a significant milestone by purchasing my first home. It was a strenuous process, and I had to hire a nanny for assistance, but when I finally accomplished it, I couldn't help but scream, "I did it!" Among the various homes I viewed, one stood out, especially because my discerning daughter stood in the middle of it and declared, "This is it!" I agreed wholeheartedly. However, my path to homeownership was not smooth sailing. I faced rejections from not just one, but two lenders. And to add to the challenge, this all happened during the pandemic! But with determination, I approached a third lender, and finally, the approval came through. We moved into our new home, grateful for the perseverance that led us here.
More recently, I decided to explore a field that had always piqued my interest but had kept me afraid of trying: Real Estate. I was apprehensive about starting and not following through or failing altogether. Despite these fears, I took the leap, even though I initially struggled and fell off track. I began my real estate classes online, but it wasn't as effective as I had hoped. However, attending in-person classes made a significant difference. I felt connected and engaged, and I devoted long hours to studying. Eventually, I successfully passed the class. But then came the state exam, and whew chile, did it prove to be a tough challenge. The first attempt ended in a miserable failure. The second time, I came agonizingly close, falling by just four points short. Frustrated yet determined, I gave it one more shot, and the third time truly was the charm. I celebrated this victory just a few days before my 40th birthday, knowing deep within that this accomplishment was personal. I did it!
Throughout this journey, I nourished my mind, eyes, and ears with positivity. I’ve observed that what we see on social media often fails to reflect reality, so it's crucial to set our sights higher. If there's one thing I've realized, it's that when we visit a doctor, we don't ask them how many attempts they took to obtain their degree. We simply trust that they are qualified professionals. Secondly, failing is not the end of the world. True failure arises from never trying at all. Every successful person has experienced setbacks and failings along the way. Let's embrace failing as a steppingstone towards our next attempt, knowing that it brings us closer to success.