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Our Life in a Box

I’m sitting at my kitchen table with my heart in my gut and anxiety emitting from my body out the windows and into the back yard. Before my eyes is 2015 in a box. This represents our lives last year, compartmentalized into fragmented moments in the form of receipts which have been meticulously organized in envelopes and typed onto spreadsheets. Gathering everything together turned minutes into hours, hours into days, and days into weeks.

Today we will load 2015 in the car and drive into the unknown of what that final tax number {aka huge blow to the wallet} is going to be. If the stress and craziness doesn’t end today I may pass out. The most difficult thing for me to do is to live in the unknown. Like a bandage, just rip it off already. I don’t care how much it hurts I want to see what is underneath it. Because once I know I can come up with a plan and strategy to make it all better.

Amidst the past months of stress I find myself with feelings of gratitude, honor, and pride for where I live. Furthermore that D and I have been blessed with good friends and ultimately connections which have given us the opportunity to fill piles of envelopes up with receipts. I find myself happy to pay the price, to give my portion to America the Great. If this is the the monetary cost of freedom then I will gladly pay it. I know that other’s have given their very lives. That being said, I will give my part, which fate will be determined inside a box labeled 2015.

xoxo, Amylia

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