Guys, Gals, Friends ….
I have a confession to make. I am one of those people that get secretly excited about doing my taxes. I don’t know what it is. It is like it is the massive math puzzle that I must put together and the better I get at it the more money I get back. I am not even joking.
THE SEASON IS AMONG US!!!
The t-4’s are rolling in, the tax credits for student loans, this year I might be able to claim some things I did for a tiny house conference I was trying to build. But it is here, the joyous time when the day comes I spend plugging numbers and making magic happen. I already updated my tax software. I am ready to go. I am excited to get into my tax folders and find all the things I can write off, all the receipts I can use to claim. It’s like Christmas for the mathematically inclined.
I must say – I am a bit of a math wiz. I mean, I do do a lot of stuff with numbers (building plans and all) during the day, my mental math ability is pretty strong. And if any of you know anything about the Multiple Intelligence Theory – I am totally a logic type. Even my Meyers Briggs test puts me in the high percentile for mathematics and logic.
Anyway – this years taxes are going to be exciting and challenging because there is a new category for me with my growing attempts at small business. I am pretty excited. You never know what you are going to get.
Are you a tax type person? or do you run over to H&R block or wherever to get someone to do them for you? Are they so complicated with all your side projects that it is not worth the personal trouble?
Do you hate tax season?
Comment below – tell me your feels about tax season.
Lets talk about it,
Here we are … I did it! Well I mean, I just began the process to get the beast off my leg. The art of tattoo-ing has come so far in the last 10 years. Gone are the days of flash. Hello are the days of LASER tattoo removal. You are probably wondering why I would even get a tattoo lasered off my leg …
It boils down to one fucking thing – I hated the disaster of a tattoo on my leg!
The more I looked at it and the more people questioned what it was, the more insecure I felt about it. I am on a journey in my life right now to find inner happiness and peace and all that zen shit and I really just want to be proud of the tattoo that takes up some serious real estate on my leg.
The tattoo was once a 3 heart-ed fairy dust ode to some friendships I made in my early twenties with some of the women I worked with. At the time I didn’t realize they were just trying to care for me and mother me and love me – at the time they were my friends. I still remember the day Nell showed up on my door in Antigonish. It was so amazing and beautiful and what friends do. Many years later after my friendships dwindled because of distance and a heavy dose of drugs became the norm I caught feelings in what was to become a very painful relationship. I got the hearts covered with a lotus. I was determined there was beauty at the bottom of this ugly pond I was swimming in and the tattoo cover up was to be a reminder to find beauty anywhere – the thing is – the tattoo turned out to be a disaster … and for a long time I embraced it in my life. A beautiful mess of running, disappearing and evasiveness.
Fast foward through a bunch of personal blogs, and randomness and growth and running and rock bottom and here I am – in Edmonton – the last place I thought I would ever be and I am making it work. And as fucking cheezy as it sounds healing my broken wings – refusing to take shit from know one (no matter the cost) and dealing with all the shit that I didn’t have time to deal with before … like fixing the gawd awful mess on my legs.
That’s all folks – until next time!