It was a Friday afternoon when the realization finally struck me. It was no more than my friends had been telling me for months, but it was something that I had to figure out for myself. I was, indeed, stuck in a dead end job and would not go any further in my life if I stayed here. It was a sad, sad realization, but I knew that I was ready to do something about it.

I did not necessarily want to go back to school, but I wanted to find myself a career in which I could advance as far as I wanted to go and that no one could dictate when I was finished climbing the corporate ladder. In other words, I wanted to be the one in control of me. I wanted to be the one who said that I had made enough money in a particular month.

I guess that is also when I realized that I wanted a career in real estate. I knew that if I got into this, I could work as much or as little as I wanted and that I was more in control of my future job destiny than I would be in any other job that I chose to do. I knew that I could do well, and I took the steps to get the ball rolling.