My nemesis

I really cannot stand math.

I'm sorry to all my math teachers through the years (Mr. Jones, Mrs. Hardy, Mr. Richardson) but of all the things that I have to do, it's my least favorite. D. got all of the math and business genes. Me, I floundered through economics and finance with the help of Dad.

You would think I would latch on to math. It's formulas and solutions and everything balances out in the end. And with math, you can always find your mistakes.

But no, it was and always will be my chore. And my nemesis. Mocking me and my inability to handle word problems (numbers and words do not go together!).

That's why I chose journalism as my major. Words. I can do words. I might be the worst procrastinator in the world but I can crank out words in a second.

And yet, I sit here and do math most days. I balance budgets, quote projects, make estimates, process invoices. Numbers all day long.

Which has led me to this conclusion:

I am living proof that even if you don't want to do math for a living, you have to do math to make a living.

I'll just sit over here and hold on to my calculator for dear life.