“I would rather DIE than be doing this,” I thought to myself.
Overdramatic, extremist and hyperbolic as usual.
I was driving to talk to an accountant for my budding yarn business and was petrified.
This was a few years back when I was just getting started.
I needed an accountant. To continue on with my dream of growing my lil’ baby biz, I NEEDED an accountant.
But for whatever insane reason, my mind had created the idea that accountants were mean, old men plopped behind their massive desks, glaring at me through beady, suspicious eyes. Think, Jabba the Hutt.
I was sure I’d be interrogated, […]