I used to love numbers and would spend countless hours doing my trigonometry exercises. I could not explain it except that I (probably) had the genetic predisposition for it – dad was an accountant. I could have been one too, but for some twist of fate, it was my younger brother who became an accountant (okay, okay, he’s also pretty good in Math) because I wanted with all my heart to become a newscaster, and shunned what I now call my lost inner talent.
In one desperate (yes) moment to get into a tax law firm, I told my interviewer that my dad was an accountant and my brother was an accountant. Silence. Without batting an eyelash, he told me, “Maybe I should hire them”. He’s got a point.
Imagine my surprise when they hired me.
Imagine my surprise (!) when Robert Kiyosaki mentioned in Rich Dad, Poor Dad that if he were to do everything all over again, he would be an accountant. And that this is the course he would recommend to kindergarten students.
The destiny that I denied.