Since tax season is coming to an end (you did file your taxes, didn’t you?!), I thought it’d be an appropriate time to do a series on the bane of my existence: paper clutter.
Tax season is a stressful time for everybody. If filing your taxes left you on the verge of an emotional breakdown, drink some calming tea and read on for some of my favorite tips that will make filing your taxes smooth-sailing next year.
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A little over a month ago, I quit my job. I left without another position lined up, and even though it was a premeditated decision, it felt akin to leaping out of an airplane at 12,000 feet without a parachute.
It’s been nice to have an open schedule. I’m spending time with my parents, doing some writing, and finally getting enough sleep for the first time since birth. But the intoxicating freedom of my decision has come with an unforeseen drawback: I no longer have any idea how to measure the value of my life.
We spend a lot of our lives at work. It makes sense, then, that either intentionally or by happenstance, we measure our value based on how successful we are at our job — and, as naturally follows, by how much we get paid. After all, our employers are literally paying us for the value we create. The more you make, the more valuable you are, right?
It quickly becomes an easy — and dangerous — way to measure your worth.
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Four months into my first full-time job, I made an incredibly stupid decision.
I purchased an expensive vehicle. And I took out a loan to do it. A $20,000 loan.
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A few weeks ago, I spent an entire weekend cleaning.
From Saturday morning to Sunday night, I waged war against the dust bunnies in my bedroom—vacuuming, dusting, tidying, doing laundry, wiping counters, and aggressively scrubbing my toilet. By the end of my cleaning marathon, I was lying exhausted on freshly laundered sheets in my pristine bedroom, proud of the progress I had made. But when all was said and done, there was one thought nagging at the back of my mind: Was there something better I could have done with that time?
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