Duff here. Tax time is here. To Me, Mom has a Curious way of running Her Life. Right around Christmas, She sets up the card Table in the Living Room, finds the adding machine and begins to Figure out Taxes for the prior Year. While this activity is Going On, She keeps an Eye on the College Football Bowl games. Yes, this is the culmination of the Year where She sporadically yells at the Television. She even explains the Poor (or Good) Plays made, to which I pay rapt Attention. I don’t understand a Word She says, but Am grateful those Loud Noises are not directed at Me. That’s Living unstuck.
If You are slogging away in the Trenches, I’m here for You. In Your darkest (and late night) Hours, I will cheer You on. We both know It will all work out in the Long run. My Money’s on you. I encourage you to Live Unstuck.
Where are You on the Spectrum? Sweating it out in The Last Hours? Bemoaning the Shekels going out? Or somewhere in between? I say: Make the Most of What You have. And be like Us: We’re already planning for Next Year. And The Best part of being Me? Dogs aren’t taxed, for Our job is to leave Paw Prints on Your Heart. (And that’s a Fact.) Live unstuck. #unstuck-living#tax-time
It’s income tax time again, Americans: time to gather up those receipts, get out the tax forms, sharpen up the pencil, and stab yourself in the aorta (large artery in the heart.)