Recently, I was remembering an easier time in my life. I used to call it the “Fred Flintstone Era”: You would be working and the five o’clock whistle would go off and Fred would slide down the dinosaur crane no matter what was happening when the whistle blew.
That’s how I approached my W-2 job as a CPA back in the day. I had no concern about profitability and I did not have to explain to clients why the return was not finished. That was up to some poor schmuck to explain.
Well it turns out, that I am that schmuck now! I think about clients all day long – worry about them all evening long – and dream about them all night long. Sounds like I am committed – or need to be!!
During the last year or two, I have been able to shift some of the heavy lifting to my partner, and to some well trained staff members who hopefully will do some of the worrying for me.
Financially of course, I enjoy this part of my life but I can remember when taking $20 on a Saturday morning and searching out yard sales was a blast. My beautiful wife and kids would come along – my kids must have bought over 100 Barbie’s on these trips.
Now-a-days, it’s Bell Square for shopping and credit cards instead of cash. I’m not looking for sympathy or to change anything in my life (well, maybe the petting zoo incident), I’m just remembering a simpler time in my life where there wasn’t a need for daily medication.
Try and remember those simpler days both in life and in taxes. No more full service at the gas station – no more hand drafted tax returns – no more house calls by the doctor – no more green shaded visors.
We live in a complicated world for both life and taxes. Give me time, I’m still adjusting.
Thanks for listening and I will talk at you again.