

I wasn’t supposed to become a broker.
I was supposed to become a doctor.
But life has a funny way of rewriting the plan.
Somewhere between motherhood, real estate, rescuing animals and helping people buy homes…
I found purpose in the most unexpected place.
This is The Accidental Broker.
The behind-the-scenes story of how a slightly untraditional woman accidentally built a career she now can’t imagine living without.

A missing sock.
An 18-month train line shutdown.
A résumé written after 20 years.
Somehow… that’s how my broking career started.
This chapter of The Accidental Broker is about the very unexpected chain of events that completely changed my life.

I started this job feeling wildly confident.
A few days later, I was lying awake at 2am wondering if I’d accidentally ruined my life.
Somewhere between the panic attacks, policy overload and complete chaos… things got interesting.

Some people finish work at 5pm and switch off.
Meanwhile I’m over here answering messages at midnight, pulling accidental all-nighters, and genuinely feeling emotionally invested in complete strangers getting their home loans approved.
This is probably not what most people think a broker’s life looks like.

I once discussed refinancing and car loans while completely naked in a fitting room at a formal dress boutique.
Somehow, she walked away with a cheaper home loan… and I walked away wondering if this is what networking looks like as a broker.

I accidentally built a career before I even understood how brokers get paid.
Then I discovered a bank can literally ask for your commission back a year later… after you’ve already done all the work.
Welcome to the weird, addictive and surprisingly emotional world of mortgage broking.

You can have every document signed, everyone “ready to go,” moving trucks booked and keys waiting… and then one tiny thing goes wrong and suddenly the whole deal is hanging by a thread.
This is the chaotic side of broking nobody sees.

I never thought I had much of a maternal instinct.
Babies? Meh.
Puppies? Absolutely.
But somewhere between late-night client calls, house hunting heartbreaks and celebrating approvals like a proud parent… I realised I’d been using that instinct all along. Just not in the way I expected.

Every single review feels like a verdict on my heart.
Because behind those stars are midnight calls, panic, tears, excitement, sleepless nights… and someone trusting me with one of the biggest moments of their life.
I still get nervous every single time I read one.
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