This week I did something completely foreign to me, something far out of my comfort zone, something I have always had a partner doing but found out I’m fine doing by myself from now on…
I filed my taxes.
This is the first time in 13 years that I’ve filed solo, without someone over my shoulder to make any corrections necessary or to answer my endless questions. You see, I’m a bit of a girl scout when it comes to things like this. If I earned $.50 of interest in an old bank account, I want to declare it. I understand that it won’t make a difference but I’d rather put all my tiny chips on the IRS table.
I used TurboTax which is basically like a Filing Your Taxes For Dummies site that makes everything extremely easy and user friendly. I highly recommend it, and have officially put the creators of TurboTax on my “Thanks Be To God” list of things that make my life easier.
I even appreciate their sarcasm… Working for the State has it’s perks, but my paycheck is not one of them. When I typed my salary into TurboTax, it actually popped up as an error and said “We believe we have entered your salary incorrectly, surely you’ve forgotten a zero … alright, it didn’t say that last part but it did have trouble believing that was my actual salary.
In the end, I got through it unscathed and with no battle scars or windows broken from throwing the computer through them.
Flying solo isn’t so scary after all.