I have found that I have this inclination to write about taxes all the time. While some people find comedy in death, I find it boring. Taxes on the other hand, offers a handful of mixed emotions. There are those giddy folks who can file their taxes faster than you can say refund and there are those who find joy in procrastinating just because of the adrenalin rush they get bustling their way from work on April 15 to take advantage of that once a year post office drive-thru. C'mon, fess up. You know it's true! You might be curious which category I fall under? Did I personally do anything special to welcome or should I say #ignorenotignore the impending doom of getting all of my documents ready?
I spent the first few weeks of January, creating a to-do-list (my very own justification list to procrastinate). I organized my pantry, every nook & cranny in my kitchen, laundry, bathroom sinks and so on. There were bags full of trinkets, toys, clothing and some things I never knew I owned. They were all donated to goodwill, mentally preparing myself for next year's tax return while unjustly ignoring that big purple elephant living in my head.
February rolls around and it became a complete crazy town down here. Kids were celebrating birthdays and even my birthday! So who wants to do that during their birthday month? That's the biggest block of justifiable time to push "that thing" even further. All I wanted to see were balloons and cupcakes every week. I knew that it's that typical sugar rush or high that I get before March comes marching-in, demanding for my full and undivided attention.
And you know what? Even in March, I resisted. I know this because two-weeks ago, I was desperately concocting ideas to fill my time. I would devise anything and would say really dumb things like "let's take this wall down" or "let's re-do our bathroom" and "let's do it ourselves!". Looking back, I knew I was unreasonable. I was even contemplating dumping all the hundreds of thousands of Legos we owned and color-code them. WTH? Seriously, I wasn't ready.
Then I remembered that my oldest child in college would need to file her FAFSA soon. Of course it would help her greatly if I had our tax return available. I felt cornered. So I sat on those feelings for a few more days and decided to ... watch On-Demand instead. I was watching re-runs of Law & Order and CSI Miami from 2010! I knew I had a problem when I stopped channel surfing and fixated on LMN (Lifetime Movie channel).
What finally got me going? While I was collating all receipts, year-end-summaries, 1099's, 1098's; I had a glimpse of my 2012 tax return. I browsed through it quickly and realized that I filed that return April 3rd. There's nothing more engaging than beating yourself in your own game. I announced this year that I'm going to file earlier than the year before until I get to that magical moment when I become one of those people who file their return in January. It's dumb and immature but that proclamation was enough to get me going. I spent three full days locating all of our paperwork, inputting every detail into Turbo Tax and finally turning them over to our tax accountant. Why I bother doing both is another story and it's a long one so I shall reserve that for a later time.
I don't know why I do, what I do. It could very well be related to how I handle stress or perhaps it's just my personality. I know that I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to be forced on anything. I have no problem trying anything. For everything and anything, eventually I'd come around. In my own time.
Don't get me wrong, I am not fond of death or taxes but if you're still hesitant to get moving ... think of it this way. Death and taxes are thieves. One will rob you of your life and the other of your money. Death could happen today, tomorrow or 30 years from now. It's usually unexpected, no one really knows when it's your time. It's the worst possible thief you can imagine. Being rob of your money willingly is another story. The government thinks it's a respectful way of thieving. The IRS is somewhat asking for your permission. In their eyes, that makes it OK if you're OK with it.
Personally, it takes me a while to find my way and get through the process. Every year, I think of all the possible, kindler approach to accept this inevitable occasion. I understand that filing your tax return is a rite of passage. It's like being called in to the principal's office for the first time as a parent. LOL I still hate it and it never gets better. But here's the bright side of things, nobody really dies of paying taxes or too much taxes, right? Or at least I've never heard of anyone dying from that. So why not? Get your piece of the pie America! Once you're done, maybe you can look back and have a laugh because even if you owe money, at least it wasn't the Grim Reaper a-knockin'.