I’m not dead and I swear I am not neglecting my blog. I’m planning on finishing up the HTML disaster some time this week. And I’m also planning on catching WAY up with my Google Reader.
I’m in a fairly fabulous mood because yesterday I filed my taxes. Why does this make me feel fabulous? Because I’ve been freaking out about it for months! Because I’m a freelancer, I don’t usually get taxes taken out of my paychecks, so come tax time I knew I would owe A LOT. I clearly avoided filing until the very deadline, and guess what? I don’t owe nearly as much as I thought I was going to. I still had to dish out a lot of money, not to mention pay for the first quarter of 2008 (supposedly you’re supposed to pay taxes quarterly as a freelancer…who knew?). But I was able to pay it all right away, and didn’t have to set up some atrocious payment plan like I thought I would. And now, I can move on with my life and start to obsess about the grad school loans I have to start paying back in June. No, it never ends!
I also learned some important things, including just how much my parents love and support me. I mean, I obviously already knew this times one million, but to hear it so bluntly makes me feel so amazing.
My mom legit asked me 45 times if I needed her to give me money so I could pay my taxes. Every time I said, “no, I’m fine.” “Are you sure??” she kept asking. I tried to explain to her that if I didn’t have the money to pay my taxes, I wouldn’t have just written out the 2 checks to pay them. “But do you have money to pay your rent?” she needed to know. Once again, I explained that if I didn’t have money to pay my rent, I’d be living on the street, so I probably wouldn’t have just written out 2 checks to pay my taxes. She would not stop asking me.
“Please, please tell me if you need help,” she continued to say. I couldn’t make myself more clear. “Mom! I have nobody else in this world to ask for help, so I swear to you, if I need help, I will be asking you.” She finally relented. And then called me tonight and after I told her I just scored a really cool, new freelance position, she asked again. She said she and my dad had talked about it and would be more than willing to loan me money. Once again, I said “thank you SO much, but honestly, I’m fine”
It feels really, really good to know that if I’m ever in a tough situation, I can go to my parents for help. While I always knew that, I guess I didn’t realize they would be that willing and understandable. I think they can see how hard I work and how I’m trying really hard to achieve my dreams, rather than having a mundane, blah job. It’s seriously rough sometimes, but it’s so worth it to me. And it feels so good to know that they can see this and that they support me. I know I will make them very proud!
I just wrote a post on We are not Martha all about my parents, too. Sometimes I get all emotional just knowing how much I’m loved and how lucky I am. I never want to forget to appreciate that.
And now back to celebrating being done with paying taxes. And to catch up on some of your blogs!