I spent some time with my accountant and it was dismal. I cried. He felt awkward. Maggie & Co. isn’t profitable. I didn’t lose money, but I sure as heck didn’t achieve a decent level of profitability.
As we sat and talked, I aired my grievances about his service. He explained the numbers and the reality of my situation weighed heavy in the room. Bless his heart, after our meeting, he flooded my Inbox with referrals to his BNI group. I hate BNI, but I appreciate the gesture.
One thing that became clear to me, as we sat and talked, is my profession is one that is becoming radically changed by technology. It isn’t just morphing, it’s going away. Think about carriage makers as cars became common. We still have a few carriage makers, but far, far less than pre-car era. That’s the comparison I was thinking about. I spent the rest of my day in teary self-reflection. I’m still teary.
I did drag myself to a professional networking event because I paid for it, the venue was cool, so dammit, I went. I’m glad I did. I pulled myself together and had a nice time. I’ll write about one of the women I met because she is such a badass.
The Hunter came home and immediately saw I wasn’t happy. He asked what was wrong and I told him I had a bad day and then elaborated. He’s such a good man. He knows not to try to fix it, but he offered love and encouragement. I am blessed. He has addressed and changed all of the issues I had about our relationship. He went to a crappy party without me having to ask because he knew I wanted him there. He cleaned up the house this weekend to channel his frustration and nervous energy about some client checks not coming in. I am a lucky woman.
But I am a dinosaur. The good news is that I am recognizing the problems facing my profession sooner than many of my colleagues. The question becomes: “Am I an extinct dinosaur or am I just a bird that needs to find its flock?” I think I am the latter. Now it’s time to find my flock….