CONFIDENCE: Thank you, Muhammad Ali

Usually when I am feeling low I like to think of \lyrics from "Sound of Music": "I have confidence in sunshine/I have confidence in rain/I have confidence that spring will come again/besides which you'll see I have confidence in me!"

But yeah, this whole work overload/nervous breakdown thing is getting to me. So I had to turn to a slightly stronger character for inspiration: Muhammad Ali. Whenever I feel like the world is closing in, all eyes are on me; all accusing fingers are pointing at me; I'll never close on another house again and my perfect little birthstone will sit vacant forever I just channel The Greatest. And he says:

"There's not a man alive who can whup me.
I'm too fast. I'm too smart. I'm too pretty.
I should be a postage stamp. That's the only way I'll ever get licked."

Hells yeah. I AM too smart. And too fast. And too pretty. I will buy houses, make them desirable, safe and code-compliant. And I will SELL THEM. And then the USPS will have to put ME on a stamp. Because that is the only way I'll ever get licked.

Back to the grind. I have 15 offers pending. 2 houses under contract and about 70 houses under review in 3 jurisdictions. I closed three condos in an unNSP-related program on a Friday evening 2 hours after everyone else had left the office. I am overseeing the resale of 11 condos in that same program and marketing 11 more for sale. I closed refinancing on 3 houses and need to arrange financing for the 2 I have under contract. I am helping to organize a meeting about a county's code rewrite, a roundtable with a Congressman and am assisting in the sale of a multi-family property. But I'm feeling pretty good. I may just float like a butterfly...and sting like a bee.