I can’t lie. Finding the motivation to do this blog post is proving nearly impossible. I love my job and I’m normally a talker, but I’m wiped out and this post will reflect that. Next post will have more awesome, really.
It’s that time of year where the government thinks I make way more money than I do and asks me to pay up based on their appraisal of what I make. (Which, again, is based on a semi-fictional framework of my life.) So I spent the past three days in an anxiety-filled stupor unable to do anything more than fulfill the requirements of my day. I couldn’t sleep so I just stayed up watching the West Wing until three in the morning. (In all fairness, it’s a great show. Who knew Marin Sheen was so awesome?)
Finally, yesterday, the grip of terror broke and I was able to shake off the paralysis of my fear. I clicked submit on my federal, I started a payment plan with the Lakewood tax department, and I began the application process for a real live job.
I love what I do. I love where I do it. Now, as we begin to round the corner toward spring, it’s time to figure out how to maintain these things after my year of service ends.
Until then it’s nice to look around and know, when I’m distraught, Tina will make sure there are cookies in the house and JP is there with yet another episode of “West Wing.”
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