Sometimes I worry too much about small stuff.
I've been dragging my feet about getting all my tax info onto my CPA. I've had it all in a pile on my microwave oven for about a month. Obviously I still have time. There are other things I have to worry about, and some of those are more time-sensitive, but I feel like I'm putting out my CPA. I should've gotten it to him sooner.
So when I went over Tuesday, I cringed at the thought of walking in there. I worried about scowls. Angry stares. This is their busy time of year and I'm just prancing in whenever I feel like it, without any consideration to them. It was stressing me out as I walked up the stairs to his office.
I walked through the door. His daughter was at his desk. She looked up.
"Oh, you coming in with you paperwork?" she asked.
"Yep," I said sheepishly.
She smiled. "Great! I'll get your folder. Thanks for coming in."
They'll let me know when the taxes are done or if they have questions. I stress way too much about this stuff.