Perspiration’s never a good thing. A pounding heart and
light-headedness aren’t very welcome either. Neither is a dose of the shakes,
and a case of the dodgy tummy is always to be avoided. But sadly these are
extreme symptoms of something that we all experience at some time or other in
our lives: fear.
Fear is one of the most basic of all human emotions. It
triggers our ‘fight or flight’ instinct where we either stand our ground or leg
it, deciding the odds aren’t in our favour and that it’s better to live to
fight another day. Now that’s all well and good if you’re facing down a
charging buffalo or the playground bully but I’m not quite so sure how it works
when faced with having to complete a set of company accounts.
I’m not too confident when it comes to sorting my business
finances. They induce an emotion of ‘bad-scared’ in me. This is quite similar
to ‘good-scared’ – the feeling you get watching a spooky film in the safety of
your own home – but with the unwanted added reality of consequences. In this
case, the consequences are those of HMRC.
Now, in the same way that Catholics can get their sins
removed by a priest, in this particular instance I could pay to have my fears
removed by an accountant. They’re trained to handle it much better than I am. To
be honest though, that would eat up any profits that I might have made
throughout the year, thereby being a bit of a false economy. Anyhow,
accountants are pretty scary themselves, only slightly less so than clowns,
ventriloquist’s dummies or that bloke who’s replaced the meerkat in the
insurance advert.
No, it’s time to face up to this particular phobia head-on.
It’s time to just get on with it. It’s time to prepare my accounts. So you’ll
excuse me if I end a bit early this week. Not only do I have lots of adding up
and taking away to do (primarily taking away) but I’ve also got to go to the
dentist for a filling.
I keep telling myself – there’s
nothing to fear, there’s nothing to fear, there’s nothing to fear, there’s
nothing…
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