Tax season. One of my favourite times of year. The only problem is husband gets anxiety when we have any significant amount of extra money. Why? Who knows? Maybe it’s from growing up poor, like I did, or maybe it’s the stress of knowing it can go places but not sure where to put it? Anyways, his anxiety is causing me to have anxiety since I’m prone to it, I imagine. I tend to feed off of others emotions, and mimic them myself. It sucks. I should be excited and happy that we are now debt free, and got to go a little spend crazy yesterday. Instead I’m sitting here, typing on a new laptop, waiting for packages in the mail, and feeling down and anxious. My brain sucks!