I’ve spent most of the last couple of weeks getting ready to file our taxes. We own a small business and somewhere along the way I got the crackpot idea that I could serve as the bookkeeper and financial person for the business. This made total sense in light of the fact that for years I could never even balance my own checkbook, but somehow it seemed easier than trying to explain the chaotic, right-brain mess I had come up with to a professional.
I also have this gung ho drive to learneverythingpossibleabouteverythingintheuniverse, (and perhaps one or two control issues– just sayin’ ) but this was more out of my comfort zone than social media.
I felt stupid, and completely out of my depth, and more to the point I was worried that I was hurting our business, and part of our livelihood.
A couple of years ago, I decided that I had had enough and I should give up and just hire a pro, but something weird happened when I started sorting things out to turn it over.
I found out that I had actually begun to understand it. All that beating my head against Quickbooks had soaked in some how. Now, I’m not ever going to run off to be a corporate accountant, our little mom and pop is plenty for me, but my figures were starting to make sense, and I understood how I had organized the data. My cash flow statements started to make sense, and I was better able to figure out how to keep a budget square so I didn’t have to panic if there was an unexpected feed bill. Okay, those things still make me panic because dang it, feed prices are ridiculous these days, but at least I don’t have to eat ramen noodles for two weeks so the four leggeds can dine unfettered.
It’s all about making good habits, keeping organized, and most important of all: not psyching yourself out before you even get started.
See, I’d always heard that whole “girls aren’t as good at math” crap, and my father was a CPA, so I figured if I didn’t crawl out of the womb with one of those little bookkeepers hats on my head, I couldn’t do it. Or at least do it well.
To which I now say: horse apples. We are all capable of doing anything we set our minds to do, provided we are willing to put in the time, effort and discipline to make it a success.
The same with writing, too. I had always figured that if I couldn’t make Hemingway – esque prose drip from my typewriter (yes, that was what I learned to type on-I’m that old!) it was something that couldn’t be learned.
Again: Horse apples. It also takes time, effort, discipline and investing in the learning process. And investing in yourself, a bit too.
And its a dang sight more fun in the long run than accounting. If I can learn to make my balance sheets pretty I can sure as heck figure out how to master story structure. That stuff actually makes sense. I mean seriously? What sadist created double-entry bookkeeping? Yeesh.
What about you? Is there something that was difficult for you that you mastered and felt pretty danged proud of yourself for conquering? Share with me!