The (re)birth of a Jazzá

I know, I know… I got you all invested and then just disappeared from the face of the Earth.  For that, I apologize.  I have been learning so much about myself and my worth over these past few months.  I wanted to take a moment and fill you in on what has been going on in #mylifeinrealestate.

As a new agent, I spent many hours in classes and forums and meetings and conventions and rallies and, well I could go on and on.  In the midst of it all, I made a very important realization.

I can’t be of service to my community if I only surround myself with other real estate professionals.

Duh, right?  It took a year for me to realize this.  I love my colleagues and I learn so much from them- but they probably won’t be (personally) needing my services.  All of the work I have done honing down these particularly specialized skills may go to waste if I don’t get out there and use them in real life.

Once I did, I learned- I am damned good at what I do.

I have also acknowledged that it is okay to have pride in your accomplishments.  So much of me is put into every transaction that I should revel in the accolades and gratitude shown to me because I have worked hard for them. I used to look in the mirror every morning and repeat positive affirmations about myself, many times in vain, but this much is true- I have the ability to level up in this career.  And, I intend to do just that.

One more thing I’ve gained… You become what you believe.

I still believe in being a kind and transparent person.  I believe that good things happen to good people.  I believe that I have a purpose on Earth.  I believe in friendships, love, honesty, integrity, hope, and joy.  I believe in me.

Welcome to the world, Jazzá

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Different, not less

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I watched my daughter sleep today.  Every few moments, deep in her slumber, I saw her eyes flutter and the corners of her mouth curl into a smile.  I could tell she was dreaming of princesses and magic castles, of unicorns and mountains of ice cream.  The sight was one to behold.

As the tears fell from my eyes, I fell deeper in love with my little human.  She would be 3 the next morning, and the past year of her life had been one of uncertainty and challenges.

Now would be the time that I digress.

Sloane was born full term.  She reached all of her early developmental milestones just in time, and she was a bundle of joy and giggles.  It was around this time last year that we noticed her development just… stopped.  She didn’t call for me, didn’t really respond to her name, and she could be unusually shy in everyday environments.  I voiced my concern to family and friends who all told me “she is just in her own little world,” or “so-and-so didn’t speak until they were four, and look at them now!”

I enviously, furiously even, watched the children of my friends develop into chatty, little toddlers who were full of personality.  I listened as my friends praised the new song their child learned or how blessed they felt that their kid knew their full name and birthdate amongst other things.  There were many parties I didn’t RSVP to because I felt my child would be judged.  I watched people who loved Sloane, go from caring to cautious to condescending overnight. I was resentful. I was jealous. I was angry.

So, I sought help.

My precious toddler endured multiple tests and screenings… she stacked the same blocks over and over and over.  They tested her ears, her sight, she ran and hopped.  “Can you draw a line?”, “Will you draw me a circle?” Over the past 12 months, 5-6 days a week, I took her to speech and occupational therapies.  And then… on February 13, 2017, things changed.

Sloane is on the Autism Spectrum.

It felt as if a ton of bricks had fallen onto my chest.  I thought hearing those words would be relieving, but I was sad.  It was a sadness that I have never felt.  I was mourning the loss of who I thought she would be.  The feeling of dread lasted much longer than I would have wanted, but it has passed and I have gained a new outlook.  Her brain is amazing. She is everything she was ever intended to be- and more.  She literally sees the world differently and with a little patience on my part, she can teach me to see it her way too!

Our adventure together is just beginning.

Sloane will be starting school soon, and for nearly 7 hours each day, I will have to allow her to explore the world without me.  Am I nervous?  Extremely.  But if she has taught me anything, she is a smart, strong kid- and the world better get ready for her.

If you feel that your child may be developing at a slower pace, seek help.   Services all across America may be free for children under 3 years of age. Autism is lifelong.  While there may be no cause or cure, nor a known singular effective treatment, it is treatable. People with autism can make progress through therapy and treatments and can lead meaningful and productive lives.  Help is always welcomed, and this is why as a way to show my appreciation to the services made available to me, I now donate to Easter Seals of Nevada.  You can also donate to Sloane’s continued therapies or Easter Seals in her name by visiting here!

Happy Birthday, Sloane

enjoy the ice cream mountain!

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My journey into Real Estate

Well hello!  Thank you for taking the time to check out my blog… this is a first for me, so I am very glad to have you along for the ride.  My name is Jazzá (Jazz-Ayyyye!) and I am a native of Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada.  I am a REALTOR®, and each day I start fresh with how I am going to change the World.

That was inspiring, right?  Okay, good!  It is time to get real.

After many years in tech sales, meeting my amazing husband and starting a family, I felt empty.  I had what seemed like an amazing life on paper but something was missing.  It wasn’t until I had surgeries that took me out of work that I realized I was missing time.  Time with my children.  Husband.  Friends.  I was living in such a great city and yet I had no time to enjoy it.

And then I turned to HGTV…

I watched these well dressed, beautiful, women list million dollar properties in one 30 minute episode.  These fantastic women, would bring buyers to ‘happy tears’ 3 times before a commercial break.  I can wear heels.  I like shiplap and distressed wood.  Surely, I can do this.  So I enrolled in real estate school and passed with flying colors.  Stay with me,  it gets better.

I joined Coldwell Banker Premier Realty (shameless plug of the best company EVER) and I donned my heels on a mission make someone happy cry at their new travertine flooring and gourmet kitchen.  Little did I know, my life in real estate wouldn’t be lights, camera, action.  There was (is) something to learn (always), the days were (are) long (very), and million dollar listings weren’t falling into my lap.  It was (is) work!

I spent my first 10 months studying, reading contracts, holding open houses, meeting any and everyone, and talking with any person who would listen about my new business venture.  What d’ya know? It worked!  I have seen the recessed light in the 9′ vaulted ceilings!  I have found my calling!

Jazzá Marshall- Real Estate (has a great ring to it, amirite?)

My new career is nothing like TV, and that is what makes it so good for me.  Each day doesn’t end with a couple slicing tomatoes on their absolutely non-negotiable, Italian marble, kitchen island.  It is real. Emotional. Rushing. I am meeting the most amazing people and yes, I am changing lives.  Starting with mine.  I haven’t gained any more time, but I have a new appreciation for it.

You made it to the end, hooray!  So here is what you can expect from me in the future:

  • lots of education on the market
  • a joke here and there
  • preparing for the listing
  • the buying process
  • and much more…

The great news is that you don’t have to wait for the next post, if you want to know the value of your home or you are ready to buy go here and contact me today!

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