Today I opened a business bank account. It took me six visits to the bank before I had all of the correct paperwork. But they opened one for me…as if I was a grown up, or something. I’m comfortable with being a hermit in my room where I make up stories, but being a business woman? How did that happen? As I sat at the banker’s desk, I kept thinking he would stand up, point at me, and yell: “You can’t have a business account! You’re a child! You’re not a responsible adult!” But he didn’t do that. Crazy, right?
