I've been working in accounting forever, it seems. My love for math made it the perfect profession, an ideal job that I envisioned having indefinitely. Every time I create an Excel worksheet tons of data and ideal pivot tables, it feels like acquiring a new pair of shoes or a purse—it's exhilarating. Another spreadsheet for the OneDrive is like another item for my closet. However, lately, I've found myself in a state of reflection. It's not so much second-guessing as it is contemplating my growth. Perhaps this introspection stems from my experience of becoming a mother, which has added new dimensions to my life. Being a mom brings immense joy and a sense of adventure, but it also makes me reconsider my role as an accountant. The strict deadlines sometimes clash with the creative freedom I crave. I thrive in creative environments. For me, creativity manifests in many ways, from organizing my room and arranging my books to curating my son's Amiibos collection. These small projects bring a sense of satisfaction and joy. My son's collection of roughly 40 Amiibos, previously collecting dust, became a vibrant display once I organized them. This not only transformed his room but also rekindled his interest in playing his Nintendo Switch. I've often pondered my purpose and sought different perspectives from friends. My journey began with a passion for typography and calligraphy, viewing fonts as works of art. This love for design translated into creating invitations, and eventually greeting cards. I dreamed of selling unique, personalized greeting card sets because I believe each person deserves a message tailored to them. Fast forward to today, and my creative pursuits have evolved. I no longer make greeting cards and the family newsletters are replaced by our family Facebook page. Now, I channel my creativity into not only supporting my son's science projects, but his YouTube aspirations, designing logos, and creating custom t-shirts for him. Although he's outgrown many of these shirts, they remain cherished memories of our creative journey together. As I reflect on my path, from a teenage girl who knew exactly what she wanted to do, to now, where adventures with my son are my greatest joy, I find myself wondering about my future. What do I want to be as I grow older? And how do I translate it into providing for us financially? I envy those who have a clear sense of purpose; how do I embrace and have patience for my journey of discovery? In the end, it's this blend of numbers and creativity that defines me. Whether through accounting, organizing, or designing, I find joy in the balance of structure and imagination. However, I have to be careful, I can also be overwhelmed by the quantity of it. As I continue to evolve, I look forward to embracing new adventures and discovering more about myself along the way.
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It’s 2 a.m., and I find myself binging on "Home Town". Every time I watch "Home Town", I think, "This is the best episode yet, my favorite." But then they come up with another one, never disappointing, always surpassing my expectations. They’re like the writers of "Bridgerton" in a way, each episode leaving you breathless with anticipation for the next transformation. Everything about this show captivates me – from the stunning renovations to the heartwarming relationship between the couple, and even Erin's impeccable, waredrobe style. There’s something incredibly inspiring about their creativity, how they piece together puzzles to create beautiful homes. It’s like watching art come to life with every episode. I’ve always had a deep appreciation for creativity. I love piecing together puzzles (as well as words), assembling furniture, and even bed linen, imagining how spaces can transform through thoughtful design. The renovation of a home, the blending of modern and traditional elements, and the seamless flow from one room to another using earth tones and knickknacks all evoke memories of the South. My grandparents spent their lives surrounded by nature – both grandmothers with their hydrangeas, weeping willow tree, and elephant ears and my grandfather, a plumber and contractor, always working with his hands. Although I wasn’t interested in their love for nature and trades back then, I now realize that I’ve inherited their creative spirit. My grandfather, a man of few words and long humming hums, passed down his need to "create" to me. I adore a beautiful calfskin leather bag (I'm pretty sure I've shared that before), and right now, my favorite color is camel. I have a penchant for bohemian styles, blouses and dresses, and while I’m currently into sneakers, wedges are my go-to for dressing up the bohemian look. I find myself constantly inspired by the decorations and renovations around me, from a stylish desk setup to my Surface's screensaver. But here's the twist – I’m an accountant. You might wonder, is there room for creativity in accounting? The notion of creativity in this field often carries a negative connotation, hinting at something potentially illegal. However, there’s an artistic side to what I do. I encounter clients who are often unaware of their spending until the end of the month when the financials are finalized. They sometimes wish for a "creative" solution to their financial woes, but my creativity lies elsewhere – in the meticulous organization and reconciliation of their financials. I’m passionate about beautiful color combinations, like pairing orange with gray or blue with brown, and I ponder how I can merge my love for design with my accounting career. It feels like a monumental shift, but perhaps it’s not as far-fetched as it seems. The satisfaction I derive from untangling financial disarray and presenting a clear, organized picture to a business owner is akin to creating a beautiful landscape from chaos. So, can an accountant find a job in creativity? I believe so. Just as I relish seeing a completed renovation, I take pride in delivering financial clarity. Both require a keen eye for detail, an appreciation for aesthetics, and a passion for bringing order to chaos. While I may not be designing homes, I’m creating financial masterpieces, helping business owners see the true picture of their revenue, costs, and profitability. In this late-night reflection, I realize that creativity is not limited to traditional artistic fields. It’s about finding beauty and satisfaction in what you do, whether it’s renovating homes or balancing books. As I continue to explore this intersection of creativity and accounting, I look forward to discovering new ways to blend my passions and bring them to life in my work. As I grow older, life continues to throw its surprises, some more scented than others. While many revelations have struck me over time, three have truly stood out, each offering its own lesson in endurance. Firstly, my grandmother—a pillar of strength. She nearly made it to 100, and reflecting on her life has been nothing short of inspirational. The things she's seen and survived, the love she gave without hesitation, it's remarkable. Losing her was tough, but it brought into sharp relief just how tough the human spirit can be. And let's be honest, the thought of living nearly a century makes life hard. Living as she did, earned her extra bonus points for patience and perseverance. Next, let's discuss the salt-and-pepper invasion taking over my scalp. I’ve discovered that no amount of hair product can tame these silver warriors. They stand up with a discipline, I can not only learn from, but that would make a drill sergeant proud. Whether it's high humidity or a windy day, my gray hairs hold their ground with a firmness that’s both admirable and slightly annoying. They are less "50 shades of gray" and more "50 strands that won't lie down." Finally, the third unyielding force in my life: the mysterious and enduring odors of my pre-teen son. This kid, standing at a mighty 5'9, 6 feet inches, has developed an olfactory force so powerful, it challenges natural science. The boy likes to spend his weekends glued to video games, marinating in his own unique blend of pre-teen spirit, which he apparently thinks is a suitable substitute for a shower. It’s a scent so resilient, it seems to cling to the walls long after he's left the room. As someone sensitive to smells, this has led me to frequently (and frantically) double-check that it’s me. Seriously, no one prepared me for this aspect of parenting a boy. These experiences remind me of the importance of a smile and humor in coping with life's challenges. Whether it’s admiring the legacy of a beloved grandmother, waging a silent battle against rebellious hair, or tackling that biohazard of a boy’s bedroom, it's clear that strength comes in many forms. And sometimes, you just have to laugh to keep from crying (or in the case of my son's room, from gagging). Here’s to more surprises, more resilience, and hopefully, never a shortage of water for showers (and air fresheners). Cheers! Gone are the days when dining out was seen as a relaxing way to start winding down from work to the weekend. Nowadays, the experience has shifted dramatically. With fewer employees and reduced food portions, dining out now often comes with longer wait times to be seated and to place an order, along with higher prices. Waiting for the waitstaff to show up to take your order feels like waiting for a professor who is notoriously late. At 19 minutes, you start packing up, and by the 58-second mark, you prepare to leave. The lack of service is disheartening, with no incentive for a tip and no sight of a manager, just the chatter of staff talking loudly, perhaps about each other or even cursing each other out. Is this another unfortunate outcome we have to thank COVID-19 for? After four years, perhaps it's time to consider staying home, watching cooking shows, and learning to cook a variety of meals. The landscape of dining out has changed, and maybe our approach to enjoying food needs to change with it. It's that time of year again—the end of the school year, marked by Field Day and Awards Day. We’re cleaning out lockers, bidding farewell to amazing teachers, and crossing our fingers that next year we don’t get the 'less-than-awesome' ones. Now, we’re diving into summer plans: summer camp, vacations, new bedtimes, snacks, and meals. It's a relief not to wake up so early or stress over washing and ironing uniforms. However, summer comes with its own set of tedious tasks. It's like a swinging pendulum—each season has its pros and cons. As a mother of a preteen, I actually look forward to summer. I’ll miss those carpool lines where he jumps in the car to share his day, whether it was good, bad, funny, shocking, or frustrating. But there will be new friendships to form or reestablish at summer camp and new things for him to learn and share with me. I look forward to this new chapter. My son is moving from 6th to 7th grade. Oh my God, he's growing so fast. It’s another year under my belt, and it's somewhat somber as I look back at old pictures. I love the Facebook memories that show what happened today, 10 years ago. You see that little boy, so cute and mispronouncing words, with a remarkable logic for his age. You miss that, but you balance it with him now carrying groceries, opening doors, and having deep conversations about the rasicm and the Holocaust or diagramming the ocean's floor. As a parent, you see the fruits of your labor, your investment, the love you’ve poured in. You’re proud! Exhausted, but proud. And if you had the chance to do it all over again, you would. Maybe at a younger age, but you’d still do it. So here’s to all the graduates, whether they are moving from pre-k to kindergarten, elementary to middle school, middle school to high school, high school to college or the military, or graduating from college. Here’s to all your hard work. This acknowledgment goes not only to the students but also to the parents who sacrificed and supported, abandoned regular bedtime routines, answered late-night calls, or ran out for supplies at the last minute. Here’s also to the teachers who answered phone calls and text messages, the school staff, even the school security. We appreciate you. Take a load off. Prop your feet up. Let your hair down. Enjoy your family, because you have supported ours. We look forward to seeing you and meeting new staff members, new friends, and new parent volunteers in our adventures next year. See you in August. Thank you! |
AuthorMeet Veronica, the voice behind "The Calculated Mind". She's the Beethoven of balance sheets, orchestrating harmonies between assets and liabilities with a symphony of spreadsheets. Veronica's love for excelling (and Excel) knows no bounds. In her world, numbers don't just add up; they tell tales of triumph and learning. Join her as she turns ledgers and balance sheets into compeling tales of fiscal adventure! Archives
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