I consider myself a failed real estate agent. And I’m okay with that.
Allow me to explain.
If you go by what the big corporate real estate companies say, a good agent is a go-getter—always chasing the next deal, always closing, never taking no for an answer. Follow up until the prospect either buys, sells, or (ugh) dies.
I’ve sat through enough of those training seminars to know that if that’s what it takes to be a successful real estate agent, then I’ve failed. Miserably.
I didn’t get into this business to pressure people into decisions they don’t want to make. I’m not here to “handle objections” or “overcome resistance.” I’m here to help.
I’m not a go-getter. I’m a go-giver.
I’d rather give you genuine, useful information, be upfront about who I am, and let people decide if they want me in their corner. No hard sells. No persuasion tactics. No games. No fudging the numbers to look good.
And despite what my license says, I don’t see myself as a salesperson. I only call myself a real estate agent because I have to (the other option is “Sales Representative”—yuck).
If I had a choice, I’d call myself a real estate advisor or consultant. But the title “Sales Representative” exists because, legally, I have to be tied to a brokerage. If I didn’t? I wouldn’t be.
Maybe someday I’ll open my own brokerage. Hmmm.
The Toronto Regional Real Estate Board (TRREB) treats homes like stocks—tracking price indexes, sales volumes, and total units sold like a numbers game.
But I don’t see houses as commodities. A home is protection—a place where life happens, where families grow, people heal, and memories are made.
It’s not just four walls and a roof.
And let’s talk about the “gift of gab.”
Apparently, a good salesperson should always be talking—charming, entertaining, winning people over with words.
That’s not me.
If I’m talking, it’s because we’re having a real conversation, not because I’m trying to fill the silence.
Networking events? No thanks.
Schmoozing? Not happening.
Convincing people to work with me? Waste of everyone’s time.
So yeah, if being a successful real estate agent means being a high-energy, fast-talking, number-chasing closer, then I’m a failure.
And I’m okay with that.
Because the people who do find me? They’re looking for something different.
And different is what I am.