The Courage to Face the Taxes

First I hesitate, take a bite or three of the Active D'Lite chocolate ice cream popsicle, and that's not to avoid gathering the tax info; it's to delay even writing about this tender subject.

No doubt you are a good and rational person who already has received your refund and salted it away in wise investments.

I am not she. Nor is my husband.

We just now had the Tax Conversation.  A few years ago, when he left a group psychology practice and went solo and part-time, I started keeping up with his financial stuff as well as mine.  And that's exactly how precisely we defined the job: the financial stuff.   What that entails continues to unfold. 

Tax Conversation Sample: You have that record.  No, I don't.

Now mid-morning and already into the ice cream and fighting off a nap, I have a dozen or so staggeringly difficult questions that need answering.  (Just noticed the muscle tension in the back of my neck squeezing off oxygen to my brain.)

Used to be that anything with an IRS return address made me nervous.  I got over that. 

But then my psychologist husband has said a number of times that when someone comes into his office for the first time and mentions in the course of the conversation that X "used to be a problem, then that particular X is very often the problem.

My plan for digging through the "financial stuff" pile today is to use the "bring it on" strategy.  Therefore: I am thrilled to have this mountain to climb because I know I will be so proud and exhilarated when I'm done.  Yes?

 

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