🛏 Sleep-Ins, Baseball Wins, and the Balancing Act of Real Life
Last week, I hit pause. Not the kind of pause where everything stops and birds chirp and you’re suddenly at a spa with cucumbers on your eyes. More like a tired mom's version of a pause: skipping CrossFit for two whole days and sleeping in until...6:30. Luxurious, right?
To be fair, I was feeling a little fried. The kind of burnout where even your bones seem like they’re over it. But after two blissfully unstructured mornings (and zero 5:30 a.m. Zoom calls, thanks to my group being in Orlando), I slowly pieced myself back together. I’m back at the gym now—still sleeping in a bit—and cautiously optimistic about those Zoom calls starting up again tomorrow. They’re great for business, truly, but if it’s a choice between them and family time, well...you know who wins.
Especially on weekends like this one, where family time looked like five baseball games for Bridger (yes, five!), one for Sterling, and Tag and me moonlighting as game-day announcers. Picture it: me, mic in hand, accidentally mispronouncing at least half the names, while Tag bravely operated the scoreboard and—briefly—got the ball/strike count completely wrong. (Still not convinced the ump had the right score, but we’ll let that one go.)
Bridger, for his part, managed to hit a double and then slide into second base...with his face. He was safe (because of course he was), but not without earning a bloody nose and a solid patch of road rash across his stomach. And yes—I got the whole thing on video. Baseball: the sport of champions and questionable sliding techniques.
Meanwhile, Sterling had a solid game too—even if Tag and I couldn’t be there because we were too busy pretending to be professional sports broadcasters.
In between all the baseball-ing, I squeezed in a massage (bliss), caught up on the show YOU (regret), and counted my blessings that Adam is finally back and cooking dinner again. I didn’t realize how much I missed his meals until I was halfway into my third bowl of cereal-for-dinner last week. Also: Sterling had a much-needed batting practice. Also also: I really want to watch The Last of Us, but we don’t have Max. So for now, I’m patiently waiting for one of the kids to accidentally subscribe again—purely by mistake, of course. No parental influence involved whatsoever.
🏡 Sick Equity, Stylish Shoots & Real Estate Reinvention
On the work front, it was one of those weeks that reminded me why I love what I do. I had two great listing appointments—one with a client I helped buy his home in 2019 who’s now ready to sell (and wow, his equity glow-up is wild), and the other with a super cool guy from Boulder who owns two properties out here in Bailey and Conifer. It’s always fun meeting people who “get” the magic of the foothills.
Even better, I’ve got two new listings hitting the market—one this week, one next—with back-to-back two-day open houses. I'm trying something new with my marketing (because if I have to watch one more beige, slow-pan property video set to royalty-free soft jazz, I might scream). I stumbled across a Wes Anderson-inspired listing video and instantly thought: yes. That. Give me quirky, give me color, give me symmetry and dry humor.
So I teamed up with my new photographer and we shot something I’m genuinely excited about. I picked the song Trucks and Trains by Oliver Massa—it's upbeat, a little offbeat, and just the kind of happy-go-lucky weird that I want to bring into my branding. I’m even thinking about switching up my wardrobe to match. If you see me wearing vintage suits and narrating listings like I’m in The Royal Tenenbaums, just go with it.
More fun listing videos are on the way—and if nothing else, they’ll at least be more interesting than soft jazz and drone shots of driveways. Stay tuned.
