Diary of a Non-Accountant: An Apple Turnover

Not the actual turnover (the actual one got eaten)

It is Friday.  I usually
spend Fridays in the office to ‘provide support to staff’, which actually means
I get recharged in their lovely company and get very little of the actual work
done.  It is good for my soul, like a
mini family reunion.  I travel to clients’
sites much of the week or work from home to keep focused, so seeing my team on
Fridays is a welcome change.

It is less good for my diet. 
Clare, our illustrious bookkeeper and payroll specialist – also a
WeightWatchers queen – brought cream
apple turnovers
today. This is on the day when I was actually quite good
and packed carrots and grapes alongside my sandwich (on granary).   I ask

It was Clare’s idea that I start this blog.  Now, I don’t know whether this is a good idea.  Having said that, none of Clare’s ideas so
far were bad, so maybe I should listen to her.

It is really difficult for me to listen to Clare (or anyone else
for that matter) because I am a professional adviser and I am supposed to know
it all, right? (ha!)  Does asking other
people and following their advice means we are not competent enough?  That we haven’t got the answer?

I’ve come to the conclusion that the idea of ‘competence’ or
feeling that one must have answers to all the questions is fundamentally
flawed.  What it creates is a closed
mindset, where our only source of ideas is ourselves (and let’s face it, a
shallow pool it is). 

I admire our clients who ask me to sit on their Boards and
challenge their ideas.  Or clients who
come to us admitting their finance is in a bit of a mess and asking us to help
them.  If the discomfort I felt today at
asking for help was anything to go by, I can only conclude it takes great
strength of character to admit vulnerability and imperfection in a bid to grow
oneself and one’s company, to learn and to improve.

Maybe I should listen to Clare more – she does have some cracking
ideas.  Come to think of it, even the
apple turnover wasn’t such a bad one after all.