Either way, I'm going to do my best to smell the roses along the way, too -- and call it success every time. Those fragrant breezes will come and go and never be safely thus. They are diffident, and iffy, and fleeting- just like success itself. But that's as good as it gets. Maybe knowing that, and really accepting it, is the safest success of all
If, like me, you find that you must sell a beloved home, who better to turn to for advice than the Renaissance real estate mogul William Shakespeare, whose cornering of the 17th-century Stratford-upon-Avon housing market is as impressive to realty buffs as his genius as a wordsmith is to literary types.