My parents raised some imaginative kids…. probably closer to borderline delusional disorder at times. Looking back, my poor parents.
My first memory of “playing” or “pretending” included my Grandma Sage sitting on a red, round, corduroy throw pillow in a pair of polyester blend, dark brown, elastic waist pants, and a button up shirt. As a result of her wardrobe, she played the role of a male. I on the other hand sat beside her on a “scratchy”, gold, throw pillow in a floor length dress. I was Laura Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie. At this particular moment, we were “riding in a wagon” and she was playing the role of Albert.
Those of you who follow me know that I am a “Go Big or Go Home” kinda gal. Guess what? I was at 3 years old too!!! It was not enough for me to be dressed in a handmade, floor-length, ruffled, dress. Nope. I had to take it way beyond the next level!!!
I wore fake, yarn, braids (extensions before EVERYONE else was doing it=trendsetter), a bonnet, I ate my lunch out of a bucket, and forced my teeth to appear bucked. *Sigh*
Here is the best part… when asked my name; I said “Laura. Laura Ingalls” What the fudgesicles!!!!
It didn’t stop when I outgrew my first set of identity issues. Nope. About the same age as I was, my sister picked up where I left off in offering the neighbors something to talk about.
My cute little mom, 5’1”. Sweet as she can be but BOY is she a feisty one!! She walks through the grocery store with her three kids in tow. My brother, a baby, rides in the cart. April and I follow along behind. My parents, firm believers in kids behaving, especially in public. The rules are clear. 1. Don’t ask for it. If it is not on the list, we are not getting it. 2. Don’t argue. Not with mom and not with my sister. Not with ANYONE. 3. No running around. 4. No tattling. We are reminded of the consequences of forgetting the rules by a switch hanging out of my mom’s purse.
On this particular day, my sister decides that a gallon sized bottle of pink Cream Rinse (the back-in-the- day name for conditioner) speaks to her. She picks up this giant bottle and puts it right on her hip like a baby.
I was about 5 so I was playing the rules in my head. Nope. No rule against pretending a hair product is an infant… but there is one against tattling. -_- I ain’t saying shit. Besides I kinda want to see how this plays out.
We get to the register, mom writes a check for the food and we are ready to roll when, “Ma’am, are you planning to pay for the cream rinse?”
“What cream rinse?”
“The gallon your child is carrying out for you.”
Now, remember, my sister was the cute one. Somehow she managed to get that bottle of conditioner out of the store as her new “baby”; Sarah Collina.
She also managed to personify a gallon of cheap conditioner for about a year, caring for and carting around this bottle.
After a few weeks my mother did make Sarah Collina live in the upstairs bathroom. Eventually, lil Sarah C became just a gallon sized plastic bottle. I’m pretty sure this is actually when my mom discovered the benefits of conditioning her curls.
So their first child believed herself to be an actual person living in the 1800’s. The second humanized an inanimate object and believed it to be a baby named Sarah Collina. Surely, the third child won’t disappoint.
And disappoint he did not.
My younger brother was a tiger. He also was about three and would insist upon wearing only his undies and drawing stripes on his body and face. He spoke only in a roar and attempted taking to the outdoors to relieve himself. He was a tiger.
You might be asking yourself, “Charity, although this explains a lot, what does obvious signs of delusional disorder in your entire lineage have to do with investing in real estate?”
I am glad that you asked.
If you had asked us at that moment about the obvious reality which we lived we would have disagreed with you. At that moment I knew this, “I am Laura Ingalls.” My sister did a better job raising her shampoo bottle than many parents with actual human babies. That bottle was never left in a hot car. Kenneth was a tiger.
Obviously, we were not time traveling, shape shifting, magicians but we acted as though we were. Here is where it ties together. We acted the part. You have heard the sayings “act as if,” “fake it until you make it,” and “act as though success in inevitable?”
Does that last quote mean that Amy Poehler is insanely funny and extremely successful and hence we should adopt the attitude of “Fake it until you make it?” Yes. Absolutely. Not just because Amy says so but because numerous psychological studies agree.
A study in the UK put groups of people together in 4’s and asked them to solve mathematical word problems, like the ones we had in school. Their goal was to see if individuals naturally fell into rolls when placed with strangers. What fascinated me was that there was consistently a leader. One person in each group spoke up with confidence and tried to solve the problem. Here is the kicker, post activity, the members in the group were asked to evaluate the skill level of each person. Almost all of them, in every test group, believed the one who appeared most confident to be the most knowledgeable. Even after the test administrators stated that (s)he was wrong. Taking that a step further, even the test administrators stated that they felt that the “leader” was more knowledgeable in math even though statically they were on the same level as the others in the group.
This is known as the status enhancement theory. Basically, by elevating the appearance of your status, you appear to others to be superior. Appearing confident is more valuable than actually being the most experienced.
I am by no means suggesting that you go out there and pretend to be a real estate guru that has been in the business so long that you held a land use contract on the Garden of Eden until God called the note and kicked the kids out when in reality; this is your first day, today. I am suggesting that you feel confident in the skills and techniques you learn and speak of them with confidence. I want you to propose deals like you have done it a million times before.
Every student I have had has at some point made his or her first deal. I once made my first deal. Carleton H. Sheets had to pitch his first deal at one point. All of us have been there. Here are a few tips to make it easier.
Happy Investing My Real Estate Junkies!!!!
I was born an entrepreneur. I am pretty certain that I was peddling passies in the hospital when the nurses left the room.All of the other kids in the neighborhood were riding bikes and playing with dolls I was selling jewelry out of a catalogue and creating a back yard consignment shop. At 21 I became a real estate investor and fell in love. This was/is/ and always will be my passion. I have been madly in love with flipping, holding, and writing offers on real estate that seem crazy for 18 years. Ladies and gents I am willing to share the love of my life with you. Maybe its polyamory maybe its jut because I can’t shut up about it. Either way I will be sharing every mistake I ever made and the lesson that came from it. I love questions. Please ask away!!!