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Find Your Passion? Make Money From It? Gimme A Break

Every time I hear or read someone espousing the ‘find your passion’ mantra (Or should I say script?), my knee jerk reaction is to roll my eyes, sigh melodramatically, and wonder what percentage of these people are chanting that catchphrase to convince themselves and not you and me. Try this — being brutally honest, count how many people you know, first hand, who are literally passionate about what they do for a living.

I can name one — Grandpa. He’s long gone, but his two careers were marked by his love and passion for both. I maintain his case is anomalous. In my life I’ve had a passion for an avocation, baseball — specifically umpiring. I couldn’t believe they paid me for doing it. Whether I was on some forlorn diamond at the God forsaken hour of 9 AM on a Sunday morning for a bunch of 20-somethings with six fans in attendance, or a post season college game with a few thousand partisans watchin’, I loved it. It mattered not to me if it was a Little League game or a Pac 10 contest, the thrill was always there.

Still, it’s been my personal experience and first hand observation that easily over 95% of us aren’t that kind of passionate about what we do.

Yet I maintain, speaking only for myself, that I have a work related passion that keeps me goin’ beyond any desire to generate income. Furthermore, I think I may be in a large minority, if not the majority.

The passion I enjoy for my work has little to do with the work itself — though I’ll admit there are parts of it I thoroughly enjoy and even gleefully anticipate. But for the most part? I don’t love my work. And I’m betting you don’t either. We don’t hate it, at least most of it, but we don’t wake up in the morning excited that the Lord gave us another day to mess with those folks attached to our business who seemingly exist only to make our lives miserable. And no, I’m not talkin’ about our clients in any way, shape, or form.

I’ll confess to loving my conversations with prospects and clients. I often admit to being an addict — craving these chats to the point I require daily fixes. Why? Simple — I know it’s my chance to have a real and measurably life changing, positive affect on their lives. Taking someone from a small pension + Social Security to a six figure retirement is a high I can’t imagine giving up.

The heartfelt passion I’ve always had for my work can be found in one word. It’s a word that scares most agents, as they realize that sometimes it doesn’t apply to them in a complimentary way.

RESULTS

I get emotional when I’ve been able to take someone headed for a lousy or mediocre retirement, redirecting them to a much better end game. I wish I could explain it, but I can’t. You know what I mean though, don’t you? Sure ya do. I’ll bet you’ve experienced it yourself.

Having been on dozens of panels with some truly stellar people, I can testify that I’ve yet to meet one who thinks of their real estate career, the work itself, the way Grandpa felt about his art or his ministry. Not even close. Yet when they talked about the results? Many of them lit up like Roman candles. Whether it was seeing clients’ reactions to their new homes, or something else, it was all about the results they produced — not the work itself.

It’s long been my personal belief that as long as one doesn’t hate their work, likes some of it, sometimes a lot, the real, palpable passion arrives in the results they produce. To so many, it’s what they can do because of the income. To others it’s something as simple as knowing they’re very good at what they do.

Dad built a pretty small company by modern real estate brokerage standards. Instead of 100+ agents he never even had 30 full timers. He was one of those guys who found passion in two ways. First, he loved to win. For him, it was about surpassing a goal, beating his competition, being the guy the rest of ’em were chasing. Take it from me, he didn’t love his work. He didn’t abhor it, but he didn’t live to chase down another FSBO. πŸ™‚ Secondly, it allowed him to live the life he wanted, and to indulge his real passions. Ones that wouldn’t allow him the income to live the lifestyle real estate afforded him.

What fires my passion?

I love those moments on the phone, better in the office, when it’s obvious the client just realized what I’m tellin’ them will actually get them where they wanna go — or out of the trouble they’re in — or best of all, both. For me it’s like walkin’ away after nine innings behind the plate, and one of the coaches tellin’ me my strike zone was wicked solid. Max endorphins.

Not long ago I was able to tell a married couple, long time clients, “…when this escrow closes and the smoke clears, you’ll finally have enough income so that Angela can quit work and stay home with the kids.” You don’t have enough money to pay me for how their reaction made me feel.

Then there’s my all time favorite. The phone call in which I’m privileged to tell a client their Plan has reached it’s main goal — they can give their two weeks notice. It’s time to schedule that first retirement cruise.

Did I enjoy doing 80% of what it took to get them there? Gimme a break. I suppose you think I love dealing with underwriters who can’t get it through their mush for brains that funds in a tax deferred exchange’s accommodator are the most reliable they could ever hope for. Or that you just can’t wait for the next time a first time buyer-client loses their dream home as a result of some bureaucrat’s whim.

My passion is for the results I can produce. The feeling of having brought real value to my client’s table. Knowing my work, expertise, knowledge and experience have made a very real and positive difference in their life.

Doesn’t that sound more real to you than the whole ‘find your passion’ incantation? Will you admit that your passion, if you have it, is found in the results you produce — one way or the other?

I’d love to hear from the folks who disagree with this outlook. I wanna hear how you revel in yet another opportunity, as Grandpa did, to set a blank canvas on the easel for the millionth time, knowing you’ll be in heaven with every brush stroke you make. Remember, I don’t doubt there are some of you out there who love their work the way I loved umpiring. I just think you’re in a minute minority.

Or do you think I’m a party of one?