Vicki's Wonder World

Celebrating my 21st Anniversary as a Realtor - Enjoy!

Realtors…

Do you ever really wonder about Realtors?
LOL… probably not.

But I’ll tell you what—when you need one… ohhh, you wonder then. 😉

Today, I’m the one wondering… about being a Realtor.
Because this marks my 21st anniversary in the business… and wow—what a ride it has been.

Now, I keep hearing all this talk about AI replacing Realtors.
And listen—I’m not against AI at all. I actually love parts of it.
Looking up homes, pulling comps, checking out neighborhoods… yes please! That stuff can be time-consuming and, let’s be honest, a little frustrating.

But here’s the thing…

That’s not what makes a great Realtor.

Not even close.

What I do—what we do (the ones who truly care)—goes so far beyond data and details.
Because being a Realtor, at least the way I see it, is about people. Real people. Real moments. Real emotions.

And let me tell you… I have seen all of it.

I’ve helped first-time buyers who are equal parts excited and terrified.
Found homes for families with a baby coming any minute.
Walked alongside people selling homes after losing someone they love.
Stood with clients during the crash, helping them get out without carrying a lifetime of debt.

I’ve celebrated with people.
I’ve calmed people down.
I’ve listened, reassured, hugged… and yes—sometimes handed over tissues.

Because behind every transaction…
there’s a story.
And it matters.

Now, I know Realtors don’t always have the best reputation.
And honestly… some have earned that.
But for those of us who lead with heart, who truly care, who show up fully for our clients… we know what this role really means.

And here’s my truth—

There have been times I didn’t love being a Realtor.
But when I look back?

Some of the most meaningful, rewarding moments of my life have come from this journey.

So to AI, I say…
You can assist. You can calculate. You can inform.

But you can’t hug someone when they’re overwhelmed.
You can’t feel the energy in a room.
You can’t celebrate at the closing table or sit quietly when someone needs a moment.

And until the world no longer needs connection, compassion, and that human touch…

You won’t replace what we do.

I can only imagine the stories other Realtors have… and I would love to hear them.

Go ahead—share yours. 💫

Love, Love
Vicki

Distraction… or Something More?

Have you ever really sat with the idea of distraction?

Not just the obvious kind—scrolling your phone, binge-watching shows—but the deeper kind… the kind we don’t even realize we’re choosing.

The kind that quietly pulls us away from what we should be paying attention to.

Lately, I’ve been wondering…

When big things happen in the world—shocking, intense, hard-to-ignore events—I can’t help but ask:
Is this real?
Or is this a “look over here” moment?

Tonight, hearing about yet another attempt on a President’s life, my mind didn’t just react… it questioned. How does something like that even happen in such controlled environments? And why does it feel like there’s always something pulling our attention in a thousand directions?

It’s a strange place to be—this awareness that not everything may be as it seems.

And I’ll be honest with you… it’s a little unsettling.

Because at the same time, more information is coming to light these days—things that were once hidden, or at least harder to see. And instead of bringing clarity, sometimes it brings even more questions.

How do we really know what’s true anymore?

I’ve found myself in this space of reflection… even questioning people and systems I’ve trusted. Not from a place of judgment, but from a place of wondering. Observing. Trying to understand.

Because sometimes what I see doesn’t match what I feel leadership should look like. And that disconnect makes me pause.

But here’s where it gets really interesting…

When I look at my own life—when things feel off, uncomfortable, or uncertain—what do I do?

Oh, I distract myself like a pro. 😄

Suddenly, everything else becomes more important. Anything to avoid sitting in that uncomfortable truth.

So then I have to ask myself…
Are we, as a collective, doing the same thing?

Are we being distracted?
Or are we choosing distraction?

This is the kind of question that doesn’t come with easy answers.
But it does open the door to deeper awareness.

And maybe that’s what Wonder World is really about…
Not having all the answers—but being brave enough to ask the questions.

Tonight, I’m just grateful no one was hurt. Truly.

And I’m gently reminding myself to stay present… to notice when I’m being pulled away… and to come back to what matters.

Less distraction.
More awareness.
More truth—whatever that may be.

So I’m curious…

✨ How are you feeling about everything going on right now?
✨ Do you think we’re being distracted… or waking up?

Let’s wonder together.

Love, Love,
Vicki 💫

SLEEP

Do you ever wonder about sleep? I do. Like… every single night.

How do some people lay down and BAM — they’re out? Just peacefully gone into dreamland like their brain flips an off switch.

Others may toss and turn a little, but eventually they drift. It fascinates me.

Me? I have NO such luck.

I do all the “right” things. Go to bed at the same time. Keep the room dark. No electronics. Sometimes I turn on my humidifier for that soft white noise (plus hello — moisture is good for your skin).

But Hell No. None of that nonsense works.

I turn everything down at 11 pm.

By 12:30 — I am awake.

WHAT?

Okay. Fine. Flip to the other side. Kiss my kitty. “Let’s try this again.”

1:30? Awake.

2:15? Awake.

3:07? Awake.

This little circus continues until around 4ish… and then — THEN — I finally slip into this delicious, dreamy world. Heaven. Floating. Bliss.

And you know what happens next.

You got that right. The sun comes up.

And Vicki does NOT sleep when the sun comes up.

UGH.

Now let me tell you about last night. It’s a doozy. I’m calling it:
Windstorm Apocalypse
Because I felt every bit of it.

Around 11ish I snuggle into my bed thinking, I Love My Bed!!! We wander off into slumber.

Then at 1:55 AM —

BAM.
BANG.
WTF.

I thought that freight train I’ve told you about had returned… but this time a few minutes later it sounded like a jet was landing in my backyard.

Holy S**t.

I leap out of bed, throw on my robe, and head straight for the back door. Salem is right by my side — probably thinking, “Finally! Mom’s up to party at 2 AM!” LOL.

I get to the sliding door.

My sun shade has torn loose on one side — BANG BANG BANG against the house.

My tall patio heater? Bent and laying on the ground like it gave up.

The gazebo? Preparing for liftoff.

Cushions flying.

Chairs tipped.

And my wind chimes…

Sweet baby Jesus.

They were so frickin loud I am positive my neighbors were cussing me out. Especially the big beautiful one that normally makes the most healing, angelic sounds. Last night it sounded like Thor himself was in percussion practice.

I run out to wrestle the sun shade. Trying to hold onto it while figuring out what in the world I’m going to do. The wind was so strong it literally almost knocked me on my ass. No exaggeration.

I finally got it under control by cranking it up tight to the top.

But the wind? It was not done performing.

The chimes kept clanging. The cushions were migrating. At one point my pool stairs went blowing past my window like they were late for work. Then a brand-new BANG BANG started on the side of the house.

I was freezing. Gathering pillows in the dark. Hair whipping around. Praying my gazebo didn’t decide to relocate.

Finally I crawled back into bed, snuggled up with Salem, and asked God to protect my little oasis.

Around 4ish… I fell asleep.

This morning I turn on the news. Right around 2:00 AM — just a couple exits up the freeway — two semi trucks were blown over one after the other. Then close to 4 AM another one flipped.

Sirens all night long.

So no… I was not being dramatic.

I have to say — sleep never comes easy for me. I can work with that. I live where we have some of the very best weather on average. Sure, it gets a little hot — wink wink — but when those winds decide to rear their head? That’s another story entirely.

I could never live where there are tornados. I would need therapy.

The winds are supposed to return tonight. Hopefully not sooooo strong. But if they do… I’m a little more prepared now. Mainly because everything that could blow away already tried.

As for the sleep thing?

They say, “You can sleep all you want when you’re dead.”

So I guess I’ll wait till then.

Love, Love
Vicki

LOVE

Do you ever really Wonder about Love? I mean really think about it. What does it even mean? Is it reserved for romantic relationships? Or can it be for shrimp cocktail and lobster dipped in whipped butter? For your family? Your friends? Your backyard sanctuary that feels like your own little slice of heaven?

I think about Love a lot.

Because I LOVE a lot of things. My kitty, Salem. My backyard oasis. The color Royal Blue. Emerald Green. A perfectly chilled glass of wine. Deep conversations. Sunsets. I could go on forever about the things that make my heart light up.

But when it comes to relationships… now that’s where Love gets interesting.

At my age, I’ve traveled the “I Love You” road more than once. I’ve meant it. I’ve felt it. I’ve believed in it. And yet… here I am. So I sometimes wonder — does that mean I’m flawed? Too picky? Too independent? Or maybe I just haven’t fully understood Love in that particular form.

Maybe romantic Love isn’t meant to look the way we were told it should. Maybe it’s different in the second half of life. Maybe it’s softer. Maybe it’s wiser. Or maybe, just maybe, I already love my life exactly as it is.

I don’t have all the answers. What I do have is openness. I am open to Love. And I am also okay if it doesn’t show up wrapped in a bow.

One thing I know for sure — the greatest Love story I’ve experienced so far is the one I have with myself. That took time.

There were years I didn’t like myself very much. But today? I do. I truly do. And that feels like a miracle in its own right.

I’m comfortable alone. Content. Peaceful. Though I wouldn’t mind chocolates and flowers on Valentine’s Day. Let’s be honest. But have you noticed? The store is full of them. So if I want roses, I can go buy them. If I want chocolate, I can grab two boxes.

That’s called empowerment, my friends.

To all you Love Birds out there — celebrate. Open that beautiful heart wide. Share it. Express it. Life is moving fast, and there is no prize for holding back tenderness.

As for me? Salem and I are heading out to do some gardening. There may be a few glasses of wine involved. The soil doesn’t judge, the cat is loyal, and the sunset always shows up.

So here’s to Love in all its forms — romantic, familial, edible, colorful, and deeply personal.

Cheers to every version of it.

Happy, Happy Valentine’s Day.

Love, Love,
Vicki 💙

At twilight, when the day loosens its grip and the world grows curious again, Salem takes her place on the cushions and watches. She does not hurry answers or insist on beliefs. She listens. Wonder World lives in this in-between hour — where questions are welcome, certainty is optional and noticing matters more than knowing. Pull up a seat, soften your thinking, and stay awhile. The universe has a habit of saying interesting things when we stop talking long enough to hear it.

Worry

Do you ever stop and wonder why we worry?

I mean really—does it actually do us any good?

Because from where I’m standing, the more you worry, the worse s**t seems to get. Worry drains you. It winds you up. It can make you edgy, sad, exhausted… and over time it absolutely takes a physical toll. Your body keeps the score whether you want it to or not.

And yet—we still worry.

If you really think about it, worry does nothing useful. It doesn’t change the outcome. It doesn’t make things happen faster or slower. It doesn’t magically fix anything. It’s just this unnecessary, energy-sucking habit we keep dragging along with us.

Hmmmm.

So what do people do instead?
Rip their hair out. Bang their head against the wall.
Drown it in alcohol. Or drugs. Or both.

Trust me - I get it.

I’ve lived through more stress and worry than one person should be allowed in a lifetime. How I made it to where I am today, only God knows—because I sure don’t. Somewhere along this wild life journey, I finally surrendered the idea that I have total control over my life. Some things are simply going to happen no matter how badly you don’t want them to.

That doesn’t mean I sit around waiting for s**t to hit the fan. It just means I take life one step at a time now. I used to have this fixed picture of how my life was “supposed” to look. Now? I create the picture as I go. Because where I thought I was going - and where I actually am - are NOWHERE near the same place 😊

Goals matter. Ideas matter. Plans matter. Set yourself up to succeed.

But here’s the real trick: stay flexible.

Don’t cling so tightly to one single vision that if it doesn’t happen, you decide you’re a failure. You’re not. It just wasn’t part of your blueprint this time around. And whoever’s holding my blueprint - I’d really appreciate a copy at this point. LMAO.

So here I am, standing at a fork in the road.

I could be angry with myself.
I could worry endlessly about all the s**t on my plate.
Or - I can accept that this is where I am right now.

I can readjust. I can start with baby steps. Sometimes that looks like simply getting up and getting dressed. Taking a walk. Talking to my kitty. Then, little by little, you do a few more things… and then a few more. Eventually, the path you’re meant to take starts to reveal itself.

And yes - you’ll probably hit another fork in the road. Maybe even a washed-out bridge.

That’s life.

But worrying about it won’t prevent it. It’s going to happen anyway.
So why waste your precious energy stressing over what you can’t control?

Love, Love
Vicki

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🌟 I Got Lost (Again... LOL)

Do you ever stop and wonder how you sometimes get so off course?

Yeah, me too — usually right after I realize I’ve wandered down some new shiny, wild, totally unexpected path. 😂

One minute, I’m cruising along my carefully mapped-out plan for life — feeling all focused and fabulous — and the next minute… BAM! I’m on a completely different road wondering, “How in the world did I end up here?”

Now, here’s what I’ve come to understand about myself (and maybe this will sound familiar to you too): I’m a Gemini. And let me tell you, we Geminis are pros at curiosity detours. Staying laser-focused on one thing? Ehh… not exactly our strong suit. When something starts feeling dull, our inner butterfly says, “Okayyy, next!”

Lately, I’ve also been diving into my Human Design, and wow — talk about eye-opening! Turns out, I’m a Manifesting Generator. Which basically means: I move fast, pivot often, and change direction like it’s my superpower. One day I’m all in, and midstream I suddenly realize, “Nope. This isn’t me.” And you know what? I’ve learned to honor that.

We’ve all been taught that quitting or changing direction means we’re flaky or unreliable. But that’s such old programming! You don’t have to stick with something that drains you. You don’t owe misery your loyalty. If your intuition says, “Girl, this isn’t it,” then listen — and get out with love and grace.

Because here’s the truth: when you understand your Human Design type, everything starts making more sense — your energy, your focus, even the way you make decisions. And when you understand other people’s types, it’s like getting the ultimate relationship cheat sheet! Suddenly, your kids, spouse, boss, or bestie aren’t so mysterious — they’re just living out their own design.

Wouldn’t that have been nice to know years ago? LOL.

I swear, I wish I’d discovered all this long, long ago — it would’ve saved me so much head-scratching and self-doubt.

So tell me — have you ever wondered why you sometimes get “lost”? Or why you see things so differently than everyone else?

Maybe it’s time to explore your own blueprint.

✨ If you’re curious, I’d love to guide you on that journey — just DM me and let’s dive in!

Luv Luv,
💖 Vicki

And When I Die…

Do you ever just sit and wonder about death? Not in a morbid way—but in that deep, curious, wide-eyed kind of way. I do. All the time.

Like… will I actually get around to decluttering all my stuff before I go? Will I neatly sort through decades of journals and wrap my life up with a shiny bow? Or will I leave behind a glorious explosion of keepsakes, scribbles, and soul treasures for my loved ones to time-travel through?

Part of me hopes they’ll go, “Oh wow, this is so cool—did you know this about her?” But I also know someone’s gonna mutter, “Dang… what a packrat!” 😂 And honestly? That makes me giggle. Let ‘em say it.

But here’s the real thing that pokes at my heart sometimes: Did I do what I came here to do? Did I complete my lessons? Check off my soul tasks? Or am I stuck in the cosmic loop, still figuring things out? Because let’s be real—I must’ve flunked a few classes if I keep getting sent back to Earth. 🙃

Next time around, can I please be something magical? Like Tinkerbell in Neverland, sprinkling stardust and giggles? Or a Care Bear, twirling in the cosmos, belly-beaming love to the universe? Yes, please.

You know what’s wild? I keep seeing this beautiful, endless grass field. I’ve seen it in dreams, meditations, daydreams—it’s always there. Once, I was a little girl in that field, just spinning and laughing without a single care in the world. Then, again, as a young woman, golden hair flowing, daisies tangled in my hair, dancing like life couldn’t touch me.

And sometimes—right when I’m lost in that joy—I hear, “Vicki Marie! It’s dinner time!” Ugh, Mommmmmm, must you always find me in my secret magical spot? But now, after watching stories of people who’ve died and come back, they all talk about the grass. That same field. Could it be the space between lifetimes? The place our souls rest and remember? Hmmm… Things I Wonder About.

I believe our souls stick around after the body takes its final bow. And believe me—I test that theory often. Like the other day, I had a full-on argument with my dad. Yes, he’s passed, but I was hollering at his picture like he could hear me. “How could you leave me here? I need you! You were my other half!” And there he was—grinning in that smug little way that drove me nuts. 🙄

Well, the next day, I needed a break and randomly turned on YouTube. Some singing competition show I never watch. Couldn’t turn it off. Then, a guy from the audience begs to sing—and Simon actually lets him. He sings “My Way” by Frank Sinatra.
That was my dad’s song.

And just like that, I was a puddle. Tears, goosebumps, the whole thing. I got the message loud and clear: He’s still here. So I wiped my eyes and whispered, “Thanks for not leaving me, Dad.”

Here’s what I think: death isn’t something to fear. It’s not something to rush either—but it’s not the end. We’ve all got a departure date, stamped and sealed. And since most of us don’t know what that date is, maybe the best thing we can do is live like each day might be our last.

If your soul’s whispering for you to do something—go do it. If there’s love in your heart—share it. If your dance is waiting—dance it.

And who knows… maybe, just maybe, I’ll see you in that beautiful grass field. We’ll twirl and laugh and spin like nothing matters at all.
Just please, whatever you do—don’t yell out “Vicki Marie!!!” 🤭 LOL

Love, love,
Vicki

What Are You Even Talking About?

Have you ever stopped and thought—Wait a minute… what the actual heck have we been told all our lives?!

I mean seriously. For decades we were told we landed on the Moon—ta-da!—and then, boom, suddenly all this new info comes out saying, uhh no, maybe not. Excuse me?! Or how about all this stuff that's bubbling up lately that completely rewrites history? I'm talking total brain-bender moments. It makes me want to just sit down, stare at the wall, and say, what is even real anymore?

The other day I was just sitting there, letting my mind wander like it does, and I thought—have we been living inside some made-up fairy tale this whole time? What if WE are the aliens? And those beings we call “aliens” are actually native to Earth, and we’re the weird ones? WHAT?! I know—I sound nuts. But then again, have you seen the stuff coming out lately?

Apparently, there are enormous underground caverns on Earth with entire oceans. Oceans! UNDER the Earth’s crust! Like, what?! How did no one mention this before? Did we just… forget to check down there?

I swear, the more I learn, the more I feel like we’re peeling back the curtain on some wild sci-fi movie that we’re all starring in without even realizing it.

And what really makes me bats**t bonkers is when I watch a video—with my own two eyes—and then someone tries to tell me it’s not real. I’m like, oh, I’m sorry, did I hallucinate that? Have they been gaslighting the whole planet?

No wonder the world feels like it’s spinning sideways. Up is down. Down is sideways. Truth? That’s now a “conspiracy theory,” apparently. And it’s exhausting trying to figure out what’s real and what’s been spoon-fed to us with a wink and a nudge for decades.

Sometimes when my brain starts swirling like this, I have to remind myself to breathe. I mean, my mind goes from Hitchcock-level suspense to full-blown Alice in Wonderland chaos in seconds flat. LOL. It’s a wild trip.

Can you relate? Or am I the only one out here yelling, “Pinch me! This HAS to be a dream!”

Because when you start feeling like a character in a movie, it’s time to come back to your story. Take a walk. Hug your pet. Call your grandkids. Breathe in something real. Find gratitude in the simple stuff. Because that stuff? That’s yours. That’s truth.

With all the noise, confusion, division, and drama out there—please, please, please don’t forget to love something. Anything. Yourself, your home, the breeze on your skin. Choose peace. And sometimes? Tell that overactive mind of yours to just—shhh!

We’re all riding this rollercoaster together. If you’ve ever felt like you’re the only one questioning it all—you are SO not alone.

And I would love to hear your stories. What have you noticed? What blows your mind lately?

Love, Love,
Vicki

What? He’s Just Not That Into You?

Have you ever Wondered—like really paused and sat with the thought—what were they actually saying in that book “He’s Just Not That Into You”? I mean, seriously... have you ever been in a situation where you’re thinking, Oh yes, this is going great, only to stop and go—Wait... is it though? Really?

Sometimes, you meet someone who seems so into you. You think. They say all the cute little things like, “If you were my girlfriend…” or “This is what I see for us.” And you’re sitting there, maybe even a little giddy, thinking Wow—this could be something! But then… comes the curveball.

The mixed signals. The “pull-you-in, push-you-out” rollercoaster. Maybe even a splash of jealousy, a sprinkle of passive-aggressive, or just behavior that doesn’t quite line up with all those sweet words they were tossing around like confetti.

And then you’re left Wondering: Wait a minute… are they really not that into me? And if that’s true—how do I actually feel about that?

Well, let me tell you how I feel…

I’m not the girl who lets someone leave me with the last confused text or unanswered question. Oh no, honey—I’m the type who’s gonna say, “Hold up. What the hell are you doing?” I was doing just fine before you showed up, and trust me, I’ll be just fine if you walk away. But in the meantime, don’t mess with me. Don’t play games. Don’t write a check with your mouth that your actions can’t cash. I don’t get it.

Life is tough for everyone. We all have our “stuff.” But don’t use your baggage as an excuse not to show up. If you care, you care. If you’re into someone, act like it. Simple.

This has been floating through my mind lately. Life has a funny way of throwing these situations at us—sometimes on repeat. So I’m curious...

Have you experienced that casual, confusing, half-in-half-out behavior that leaves you feeling like you’re starring in a rom-com gone rogue? Why do people do that? Seriously, why?

Sigh. Life as a single lady—it isn’t all sparkles and spontaneous weekend getaways. It can be lonely, it can be frustrating, and it sure isn’t always as fun as it looks in the movies. Especially when you’re out here just trying to find something real, and people are out here playing pretend.

I’d really love to hear what you think—ladies and gents. Tell me your stories. Tell me your truths. Let's crack this mystery wide open.

Because life is messy. People are complicated. But somewhere in all this madness—there’s gotta be a little magic, right?

Love, love,
Vicki