The Year of Magical Dreaming

Taxes Schmaxes: Our wee lil problem with avoidance

This year I got one of those hold-your-breath pieces of mail from the IRS. I do my own taxes on Turbotax, so I’m always a little trepidatious of the mailbox in the weeks that follow tax day.

I’d screwed up.

I had not input my medical insurance correctly, and in bold print this letter stated: this may affect the amount of your refund.

I had been excited about the little more than nominal amount I was to receive. I had chosen automatic deposit and had nearly spent said refund before said sad note arrived.

Rather than “get right on that” like some go-getters might do to lessen anxiety.

Not me!

It went right to the bottom of my to-do list and remained there, looming over my head, for weeks.

Part of the issue, of course, being ignorance: “But I don’t know how!” I thought. “It sounds hard.” I tried to explain to Elisa.

Finally, when I couldn’t ignore it any longer, kinda like the dentist, I went in. I reopened my Turbotax file and found the page in question.

It was a simple fix, of course.

Insert numbers from this sheet into these boxes. Duh!

I pushed “next” and, to my surprise, watched that top left tally tick higher by a whole $150 bucks!

I laughed.

What an idiot!

Just goes to show, our “worst case scenario” brain. I had assumed, this may affect the amount of your refund, was not going to go in my favor.

What are we protecting actually when we put things off that we imagine will suck? I stressed over this for weeks, and they were TRYING TO GIVE ME MONEY!

This was weeks ago now, and we all know when tax day was. Guess who still doesn’t have her refund?

Had I just sucked it up, and ripped off the bandaid, as they say, not only would I have suffered a whole lot less stress, I’d also be $700 richer!!

Just do the damn thing! Whatever it is.

I leave you with this: Do you have a similar story? Expected the worse only to be ignorantly surprised?


Much Love,