A Good Day to be An Old Guy

Today, I am making phone calls to follow up on a letter I sent out about a week ago. It was targeted at accounting firms in the SF Bay area. What I'm pitching to them is less important than how I feel; I connected with one CPA/Firm owner and we had a nice chat. She explained why she and her partners would not be interested but we talked anyway. When asked about my work, my age proved to be an asset: I wasn't that concerned with being perfect and, then, when I got off the call, beating myself up because of that lack of perfection. What I said was pretty good. Good enough. Brilliant? Depends on who was listening. It's a great feeling of comfort to avoid the illusions of perfection that have dogged me so much of my life. I feel grateful.