I felt a little bit sluggish when I woke up today. I turned to my bedside and saw my husband peacefully sleeping, I felt a sudden rush of loneliness- due to the economy, his business went down the tank and he is barely hanging on, just making enough money to keep his health insurance abreast. I, in turn am beat walking the streets showing apartments for the past weeks and have not made a deal. I am a real estate broker and the Manhattan market broke on me. I spend so many hours working and with hardly any payback. I am jaded because of clients who would lie to me or go behind my back after hours of servicing them. My honesty and reliability is rarely appreciated and compensated.
In truth I have been carying Dean's books in my bags for a while. When I am exhausted from the daily grind , I would sit in a bench in Central Park and read- as if I was reading a fairytale book... like the stories of successful investors were make believe, fiction. But i know this is all real and i am trying to make myself believe that it's not.
Someone told me once "you are intelligent and that's why you are arrogant" She gathered this was because I always had the highest score in exams and then she would see me carry a smile and hold my head up high- which is arrogance to her. I told her "knowledge is power and power is confidence"
I will carry on and read Dean's books- until I finish.