by Marsha Ward
Let me tell you right now that I HATE February, March, and part of April.
That's because every year I have this sense of doom hanging over me during the annual hair-pulling, days-wasting run-up to April 15.
January is okay. I have to wait until all my 1099s of whatever ilk come in. But once February hits, the doom floods over me in distressing volume. I know that before I can even blink, that short month will be gone, and March, with all our family birthdays, will be upon me. Then April will scoot into view, and I'll be gritting my teeth.
I thought I had a handle on taxes this year, at least as far as getting an early start at pulling all my hair out. I DID start early, in March. However, things came along to divert my attention, so once again, that awful day approaches, and I'm shuffling piles of paper and receipts and vowing that NEXT YEAR I will get organized.
The heck of it is, I'm RETIRED! with my meager income and a home business with plentiful expenses, I rarely end up paying anything. Uncle Sam rarely pays me anything, either. So why, again, am I putting myself through this torture?
I have friends who tell me they don't file taxes because of this, that, or the other reason. ??? I doubt I could get away with not doing the yearly Dance of Despair. But that hectic dance plays havoc with my health, so maybe I should find out if their reasons are legitimate.
I hope that by the time you read this, I will have hit all the right buttons to send in my returns and will spend tomorrow flat on my back, resting. One can only hope!
What are your concerns about Tax Day?