It’s tax day and I have a confession to make. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. And, not just during the day. Last week, I woke up one night around two and couldn’t get back to sleep. I meant to call you the day before and kept putting it off. So, as I lie awake attempting to count sheep, you crept into my thoughts. I tossed and turned all night.
The next day, I decided to stop procrastinating and pick up the phone. It had been a long time since we talked and I felt like I owed you an explanation. I was relieved to get your voicemail. That meant I could put off our conversation a little while longer.
There’s a pattern to our relationship. I stay away as long as I can. But after a while, I break down and call. Because deep down inside, I know that I need you. I beg for your forgiveness and promise that I won’t stay away so long in the future. That I won’t wait until the very last minute to see you. And, you laugh as I make promises that you know I won’t keep.
I have to admit, every time I think about you, I feel a little guilty. We both know how busy I am with work, charitable causes and family. But, I never make you a priority until the month of April rolls around and I can’t take it any longer. The deadline of the fifteenth looms large and I break down, show my weakness and pick up the phone.
I know that flattery will get me nowhere, but I want to make sure you know how I feel about you. You are wise and smart. You point out things in the tax code that I’ve never considered. Give me ways to devalue my business that are innovative. You are the perfect complement to me, as you’re my opposite- left brained and organized.
I must tell you something that I’ve never told you before. I have changed because of you. This year, I took a dramatic step in my personal development. I went paperless. I also kept a spreadsheet of expenses for the year knowing it would make our lives easier. I disciplined myself to keep better records. At times, I even caught myself challenging a business expense or two. I think I’ve made you proud.
So, when I break down and call you this week, I hope you’ll be happy to hear from me. And, when I show up your porch around dinnertime a couple of days later (because your office is too far to drive last minute), I hope you’ll smile. I’ll be there with my partially completed tax preparation book covered in random post-its with a file of paper that I’m not sure you’ll need, because it looks important.
Feel free to call me the next week as often as you like. I’ll clear my schedule for your calls. And, next year I promise, I’ll get everything to you as soon as possible- before tax day.