As a real estate agent in a regional Australian town, I find myself in a unique position. After over 20 years of knowing my current boss, I finally joined his team—a decision that came after much persuasion. The brand I work for is nationally recognized, specializing in rural real estate, which suits me better than the hustle of residential. Despite not being passionately in love with real estate, I’ve found success in it; my skills have carried me through in an industry that’s both competitive and rewarding. Let’s be honest, where else can you make a six-figure income without a degree?
But as with any job, it’s not without its challenges. Our town is saturated with agents, each vying for the same opportunities. It’s an industry where your income is directly tied to the effort you put in, which can be both liberating and exhausting.
At one point, I left the office, started my own agency from home, and was thriving—until the workload became unmanageable. My former boss, relentless in his pursuit, eventually convinced me to return after four weeks of promises and persuasion. Unfortunately, those promises went unfulfilled, leaving me to navigate the same old frustrations.
Now, nearly 60, I’m established in this company, and the thought of making a move seems daunting. While I’ve been approached with other opportunities, I’m cautious. I’ve worked hard to carve out my space here, and starting over doesn’t feel strategic at this stage in my life.
Our office dynamics are interesting, to say the least. We have two younger agents, a male and a female, both genuinely good people. Yet, the female agent seems to be the apple of our boss’s eye, receiving more attention and opportunities. She’d likely be horrified to hear us say that, but it’s hard not to notice. Meanwhile, I’ve consistently ranked in the top 100 agents in the country every month this year. A little recognition would go a long way, especially when I’m still bringing in significant business.
This week, something happened that left me reeling. My boss created separate ads for my listings and put his name on them. To say I was livid would be an understatement. This move means he stands to earn more from my hard work, and it’s not the first time he’s pulled a stunt like this. Normally, I’d brush it off and move on, but this time, it feels different.
As a woman nearing 60, I can’t help but wonder if this is all life has in store for me. People often try to bring us down, and while I usually pick myself up and carry on, this time feels like a tidal wave of defeat. The challenge today is to avoid sinking too deep into these feelings and find a way to rise above them.
My strategy? A little yard work and a visit to check on our cattle. There’s something about fresh air that’s incredibly therapeutic. Whether it’s five minutes in the garden, a walk in the park, or just stepping outside, the outdoors have a way of helping us regroup.
I know I’ll get through this—again. But it might take a little longer this time. Trust has been broken, and that’s hard to rebuild. So, I’m focusing on what truly matters: my grandkids (number eight is on the way!), my garden, and spending time with my dogs (all 12 of them). It’s time to reassess what’s important in my life and create boundaries that keep work at work.
Real estate can be all-consuming, but I’m giving myself permission to prioritize my well-being. I’ll continue to serve my clients with excellence, but I’m also going to serve myself with the same level of care.
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