Normally, I love a good deadline. It allows an ebb and flow to projects. It keeps things fresh. It forces a discipline that increases productivity and organization. It provides a challenge and celebrates motivation. Deadlines are the glue that keeps our lives from falling into chaos. Deadlines rock!
Except Tax Day. I HATE Tax Day! Not the paying of taxes, exactly, just the accounting for them. It irritates me. I find it annoying beyond reason. It makes doing anything else a welcome distraction. Dishes? Sure! Clean the cat box? No problem! Laundry? You betcha!
I don’t even “do” my own taxes. I have a wonderful accountant who has done them for me for over a decade. He is very calm. Never gets upset with me. Always gets them processed quickly and accurately. We have worked out a very nice system over the years and I actually find the whole transaction very pleasant. But first, I have to get my “stuff” together. And that is where the problem lies.
Still left to sort...
So, this weekend, I am working on my taxes. I know. Big dummy. Why did I wait? I can’t explain it. It is a mystery to me that I would continue to put off the inevitable. Just like my father. I am resigned to get them done though. Finally. My participation in this annual event will be wrapping up today. Monday, I’ll pack the whole thing up and ship it off to my accountant for him to work his magic. Yeah, he already filed my extension. Same as last year. But I’m not going to beat myself up about it any more. It is, what it is. Just one of my quirks.
Thank goodness it's raining outside! Gives me no reason to go out and play. No distractions, no excuses. It's time. Tax Day is here. Time to get busy!
And besides, there is a beer in the frig with my name