My husband files for divorce, and my 6-year old son asks the judge: ‘May I show you something that Mom doesn’t know about, Your Honor?’ The judge nodded. When the video started, the entire courtroom froze in silence.
Reporting rules had changed.
My confidence had changed most of all.
On the morning of my first presentation, I sat in my car with the engine off, rehearsing the opening sentence as though my livelihood depended on sounding perfect.
Dana called.
“You used to teach people how to do this,” she reminded me.
“That was before I spent five years being told I couldn’t read my own bank statements.”
“Then start with the statements.