The pressure of procrastination
Our intentions come first, the actuality comes second.
I am in the middle of paying for my procrastination. It's not that I MEANT to forget to get my taxes done. That is one of those things you kind of have to WORK AT forgetting. God knows, between the mail barrage and the media nagging as the calendar approaches April 15 of any given year (that some TV stations file under the heading of human interest stories) a person in this country must make a conserted effort to avoid being touched by the long arm of the Treasury Department (still informally known as the IRS).
Yet I managed it.... between being busy and downright sick, I didn't file...... so as soon as I return from the retreat I am assisting on, it will be me and those hundreds of pieces of paper I have been sorting out for the last two weeks. It goes without saying that my filing system is a bit out of kilter and I have a full huge garbage pail of shreadding to do.
First things first. Get the returns done. Show them I was sick when they were supposed to be filed and since. Send the originals and any witholding I owe to the government, give copies to the accounting Dept. at the UN so that they can send a tax cheque (which they have deducted from each salary slip over the year) directly to the Treasury Department. Then I find out how much they will dock my pay for being sick, then I can specify the amount of my lump sum to be applied to my mortgage, then I will get a retiree pass then they will process my retirement benefit then they will sign me up for subsidized after service health insurance.
All because I 'couldn't face it' at the the time.
How often does our indecision end up being a radically bad decision. The chances are about 50/50.......
Me thinks in this instance the percentages aren't quite as optimistic...... but at least I have MOTIVATION on my side...... no income can be pretty darn motivating!
Well, this is once case of procrastination I believe I will not repeat in the future........ something a bit less severe.....perhaps.