My mom is probably the world’s most dedicated bookkeeper. As a kid, I spent most weekends with her at the office, sitting on the floor by her desk, toying around with the things I found in the supply closet: paper clips, rubber bands, sticky notes, grid paper, twist-ties, toothpicks, etc.
It was awesome, and I was having fun because I was solving problems — working with limitations, making sense, and finding meaning. It’s one of my favorite memories, and it’s part of the path that led me to where I am today. …
