I filed the Center's taxes in March, right on time.
It's a bit of a job, but for some reason, I like it. Our books are organized and it just feels like a day of intimacy with the organization. Each year I make a date for it, brew a nice pot of tea, lock the doors, put on some music and go at it.
Then I send it off and it feels great (did you know that our chocolate budget is higher than our advertising budget?)
This year, because we are now an S corp for the first time, I received a notice telling that I was missing a sheet, a schedule.
Well, in my mind I was done, and the idea of looking into this new, unknown schedule just felt daunting. Would I know how to do it? Would I find the right person to help me with it? Would I explode mid way through the process?
I kept moving it from one day's to-do list to the next. And again.
Today was the day it could no longer be moved, I had to do it.
So, I made a nice cup of tea, put on some quiet jazz music, locked the doors and got ready to give this half my day. My whole day if I needed to.
Ten minutes, including the printing, and the tea sipping.
Nothing scary, nothing I didn't have access to. EASY.
Goodness. How many minutes have I spent dreading this thing? Minutes I can't get back?
Oh, taxes. Oh, life. You're not nearly as scary as the stories we make about you.
SCARED OF THE SACRED