Body
I wore the shoes that look best with the navy outfit instead of the ones I can comfortably walk in, and by the third showing every hard floor felt personally selected to punish me. The heel pain eased when I sat in the car, then returned as soon as I stepped out and tried to make my usual confident entrance. Nobody noticed, I don't think. At home I took the shoes off before greeting Commission and stood barefoot on the cool tile for a full minute. The relief was ridiculous. I still looked at tomorrow's outfit and considered the same pair. There is apparently a very short distance between knowing exactly what caused a problem and deciding the photograph was worth it.
Emotion
A younger agent got the listing I thought was practically mine and posted a photo before I had even heard from the seller. I congratulated her in the group because I am a PROFESSIONAL, then spent ten minutes finding faults with the photo. The kitchen was beautifully lit, which did not improve my mood. I know she works hard. I also know what I put into that appointment, and I wanted the seller to tell me directly instead of letting me discover it between a restaurant recommendation and somebody's dog. Called my assistant and complained about the manners, not the losing. She knows the difference. By dinner I was mostly over it, but I have not looked at the post again.
Mind
Showed a house today that was almost painfully tidy, every cushion placed correctly, and the buyers kept saying they couldn't picture living there. I've heard that before and usually know what to move or soften, but this time I kept thinking about my own condo. I know exactly what a person sees when they walk into it. I'm less certain what they'd learn about me if they stayed. The old photographs are in the closet because they don't suit the room, which sounds perfectly reasonable until I write it down. I haven't suddenly decided to put childhood pictures across the living room. I do keep wondering why somebody else's chair can look welcoming with a blanket on it, while mine looks to me like work left unfinished.