Dear Mom and Dad,
Nearly twenty, loving years later, you know me. Interestingly enough, we both know twenty years later I am still getting to know myself—building character, exploring and finding things I love, and, by all means, things I do not care for. Certainly, with that, I understand this meant twenty years of worrying, stress, and headaches; stress for the future and stress for the present. During all of these times, nonetheless, comes with the good, and a fortunate sense of timeless hope and courage knowing each of you will forever and always believe in me. I have the younger days of time-outs and discipline, never missed volleyball games or dance recitals, the good fortune of a highly honorable education, and honest, nurturing parents to thank for this. Admittedly, twenty years later, I am now forced to believe in myself, and being twenty years of age comes with twenty times the amount of responsibility and, what seems like, twenty minutes of deciding the entirety of my future. I know the both of you care as in depth as I do about my future, which comes with the assurance that especially loving what I do every day for a life-long career, is undoubtedly of importance to you, too. Who wants to wake up in the morning and already loathe the day, have a sour taste of regret for what is to come? Ever since I could dream of being on my own with so much at hand, I have never once refrained from picturing pure happiness: leaping from my bed every morning with a strenuous desire for the day of work ahead of me. But what, unthinkably, was this dream job? This is my concern I wish to share with you, being the insane optimistic that I am. Thus, I have self-assuredly chosen a career I feel is undeniably right for me, the best fit for my personality: a career in sales. Although you may feel there are thousands of aspiring other professions you see me benefitting from, not only will I benefit from this career choice, but I will also be doing the very things I love from day to day. More importantly, I never wish to agree to any career I cannot put to use my best strengths. Which brings me to my decision of the everyday life as a real-estate broker. Shocking, might you ask? Are you thinking, what an average career choice for such a well-rounded and fun-loving girl you would say, such as myself? This remains exactly my point, as well as the conclusion of Torpey’s article, Paid To Persuade: Careers In Sales, insisting “sales careers provide options for people with diverse interests, strengths, and experience” (Torpey). I feel the career of a real-estate broker is more than the dream job for me, allowing me to immerse myself in the things I absolutely enjoy, live each day carrying out my best strengths and abilities, and maintain a stable and ultimately beneficial life.
Primarily, I am certain that I will find this area of work in sales fulfilling because it enables me to engage in aspects of daily routine that I cautiously prioritize. All three of us can agree that Dad and I undoubtedly love to interact with people. In fact, we often tease the two of us share almost identical personality traits when it comes to interacting with the world and others. Shmoop Editorial Team agrees that real estate brokers are “savvy personable and professional people.” The team also harmonizes “if you like working for yourself, love the roller coaster ride of the real estate market, and enjoy working with people, the life of a real estate broker may be for you” (Shmoop). Dad, we have learned we similarly are independent, bold, and spontaneous-seeking adventurers, but we also are persistent in what we do and love nothing better than a thrilling competition. Our two-sided disposition of a competitive doer and a flexible and patient observer, I believe, is perfect for this job. Real estate broker, Dr. Kenneth W. Edwards emphasizes that, “selling real estate is a job in which you survive and prosper by producing results.” He also points out, “One of the
