A few years ago I pulled on my big girl pants and did something I swore I’d never do. My taxes. All by myself. It was liberating to finally conquer my fear of numbers, which stemmed from a terribly embarrassing incident in Grade 4 involving a boy I had a crush on, sweaty armpits, and the times tables, but I digress. Because of that small boost in confidence using TurboTax to guide me, I was emboldened to do even more. I’ve since taken on my own bookkeeping for my business, and I’ve mastered the …
