Toni Stone
401 Buck Hollow Rd
Fairfax, VT 05454
april 16, 2005
it’s not the old days, it’s the new days
it’s true that I was miffed, pissed, and wired-up. they told me I was all paid up for the taxes this year.
“how good,” i thought, “how absolutely new and wonderful to have it al paid up ahead.”
then I was notified he counted it up wrong. only three of five payments were paid. i was so angry.
seeing stars. sad, then i got resigned in a resolute way i said,
“no sense getting angry about this. it isn’t going to improve anything.
it’s not going to change what ever is the case. is it?”
then I thought, “what could the value be, of paying after ithought ipaid it?”
i answered myself with the understanding that there would be plenty.
there was always plenty.
in the old days, i had to shiver and shake in my boots about taxes,
but today, it’s just not true, and if it was the worst news, i could always put
it on a visa card, if i had to. so i relaxed. i remembered i am not who I used to be.
i remembered i am not poor and i don’t have to act poverty-stricken.
I’m a tither and i always get what’s required, no matter what it looks like.
i remembered it’s not the old days, its the new days.
i have new ways to respond. i stopped there. i was willing to pay more.
I was willing to be dominated by my accountants mistakes, by the government, by my not proper management of the accountants actions.
i surrendered to the slimy mess. i made an agreement that my numbers guy, be managed by someone in my office.
i took a deep breath. i had a hand ni the error, fi there was one. I waited.
I still intended to pay more, but ihoped not to have to.
Ron called friday and said i over paid both State and Federal.
I sang and danced in my car on the way to my meeting.
i was very happy and grateful for the first time in a very long time, not to have to still pay more on april 15th.
