You're the best cheerleader anyone could hope for. The past month or so was one of kicks in the patookie, bonking my shins, scraping my knees, tripping over roots and a black eye or two. Out of booboos comes understanding.
The more I face things, the better I feel. Before I'd cry while doing the financials, then I'd feel insanely hurt. Now I see my future in numbers, trying to understand where the money has gone. It's a shift in focus. No longer WTS, but my future and how to manage it.
