I’m a realtor . . . and I worry for you.

I’m a highly skilled, exquisitely trained, finely honed, professional worrier.

Ninja worrier, that’s me.

I worry much, much better than you do, and about the right things, so please, relax.  Let me do the worrying.

The problem with you worrying  is that you worry about the wrong things.

I know the right things to worry about.  I worry about things you can’t even imagine.  Nor should you.  Let me worry.  It’s my job.

If I don’t tell you to worry, then you can assume everything is OK.  Go to the movies.  Go for a walk.  Veg out. Live your life.

But, some of you are going to fret.  I know it.  You’re fretters.  So, if you really, really need something to worry about, just give me a call.  I’ll come up with something mind-blowing, apocalyptic, stupendous for you to chew on.

Until then, please know that someone is worrying for you, every day, every hour.