Every year, in the final weeks of April, I go into total meltdown. It’s not age-related angst; it’s tax.
The email tells me I’m getting a tax refund. My heart leaps. I start mentally planning how it will be spent.
A celebration was in order. I’d finally submitted my tax and this year, it was even on time.
Sometimes tasks require incentives. Compiling the information for one’s annual personal tax return is such a task.