The Curious Conundrum: A Financial Advisor's Fascination with Artists
I prefer to work with motivated and hungly for change, goal-oriented business owners, but every now and then, I find myself succumbing to
the charms of an odd artist. Am I mad? Why would I willingly embrace the whimsy of such creative souls?
Picture this: an accountant's life, normally mired in the mundane, is suddenly interrupted by the arrival of an artist, their imagination
awash with vivid hues of peculiarity. It's like stepping into a Salvador Dalí painting, where reality and dreams entwine in a mesmerizing
The Unpardonable Accountant: Indelible First Impressions. Meeting Leisa
Yet, a paradox surrounds her. She poses seemingly naive questions about finance, akin to a child's innocence, but I sense her struggle lies
not in grasping the concept but in navigating the intentionally imposed complexity. She's fallen victim to pragmatists who convinced her
that finance is a foreign realm, beyond her reach. What they never disclosed is that they deliberately employ convoluted jargon to maintain
their gatekeeper status. They consider her a threat, for they fear that once creative minds comprehend finance, they'll multiply wealth at
an astonishing pace.
Client Story: Leisa boarded the wrong flight and ended up on a surprise vacation.
Is she selling just materials and labor, measured in hours? Or perhaps, it's the prestige of owning an unreplicable piece of
art? Yet, prestige is not what drives her. What Leisa yearns for is that moment of transcendence, where invisible forces guide her physical being to craft unearthly shapes. She loses herself for hours in front of her kilns, neglecting even her basic needs, as she
breathes life into inspiration.
But in the wake of each enchanting trance, a cruel and unforgiving reality emerges. Leisa finds herself entangled in the merciless embrace of practicality. An apparently innocuous inquiry, "What's your asking price for this masterpiece?" becomes a vice, constricting around her
with each fleeting breath.