Judd Alsup - Realtor

Arkansas, summer heat will really highlight your need to upsize. 🥵☀️

I’m sure your kids love playing outside, but this 100+ degree heat will drive them back indoors pretty quickly. And when everyone’s cramped inside, it becomes all too clear: you need more space!

I know how it feels. You set up a perfect little play area in the backyard, only to watch the kids get filthy sweaty and then run back inside because it's way too hot.

Maybe you’re smart and wait for the shade of the evening. Unfortunately, in our neck of the woods, you may not be dealing with the excessive heat anymore, but these freaking mosquitos are out in full force.

With everyone forced inside, suddenly, your cozy home feels like a pressure cooker.

Your living room is a chaotic playground, with toys everywhere and no quiet corner in sight.

It’s overwhelming, isn’t it? 😅

What if you had a home where the kids could have their own space to play, even on the hottest days. A playroom just for them, where they can let their imaginations run wild without taking over the entire house.

Picture yourself with a bit of breathing room, a peaceful spot to relax, and enough space for everyone to spread out comfortably.

More room means less stress and more joy, no matter the weather.
Life’s too short to feel cramped and stressed in your own home.

If you’ve been feeling the pinch this summer, maybe it’s time to think about upsizing into a home that fits your growing family.

I’ve built out an entire system dedicated to helping growing families treat their growing pains by upsizing. It’s called The Upsize Blueprint.

Grab a copy of my free guide to walk you through it step by step.

Link in bio.

NEA Folks… Shad’s or IV Kings? Argue below. 🤓🤓

I never thought I would be learning life lessons from my flower beds… But here we are.

I thought they were dead.

My roses that is! Whatever dumb dumb who planted them, unevenly spaced them. And if you know me at all, you know that I’m slightly OCD. I broke and had to fix them.

I cut down a nasty, giant bush in the middle of my flower bed, dug up the rose bushes, and spaced them appropriately.

I took a step back, brushed the dirt off my gloved hands, and looked at my handiwork. It was exactly what I wanted!

Over the next few days I began to notice something… the two bushes I moved were wilting. And not just a little bit. They looked like they were dying.

I watered them and they got worse. To the point that every single leaf and flower had turned brown. Even the main stems were brown!

As the weeks went by I lost hope, because they weren’t getting any better. But I took some advice from my mom and trimmed all the dead foliage off.

I continued to water and nurture. Before long - new buds appeared. Then, new flowers and leaves! They weren’t dead. They were experiencing something called transplant shock!

I tell you that story to say this… I was so certain that they were going to die and I was going to have to buy new bushes. Bushes that weren’t the same as the others. Bushes that didn’t match the size of the others. Bushes that didn’t fit.

I thought hope was lost. I mean, 4-5 weeks of being brown and dead was fairly convincing.

But hope wasn’t lost.

I feel like as an adult, this is a theme sometimes. The world and all of its craziness just feels so hopeless. Even if you hold on to that little glimmer that humanity still exists, more often than not I think it just slowly keeps fading.

I was reminded by my roses, that no matter how dire or dim it may seem, that hope is still worth having. And I’m doing life in that light now.

Being patient. Nurturing relationships and situations. Watering even when it seems fairly pointless.

It’s important to remember that maybe I just have a limited scope and just like I had no clue what transplant shock was, maybe I just don’t have the full picture.

So err on the side of grace. And hang onto a little hope.