time

How is it that time moves the way it does? You know what I mean – feeling bigger and smaller/longer and shorter.

Like the way time between birthdays always feels like a good old solid year [a reliable 365 days] but the period between tax.times is about four times as short. How is that possible?

Ever since I became a Good Working Citizen, I have dreaded doing my tax return [does everyone hate it as much as me?] I put it off for A Hundred Years [read: months] and then spend days doing it half-heartedly. Finally, grey and soul-sucked, I send it through to my lovely accountant and hopehopehope he doesn’t ask me for anything more.

This year I have decided that Something Has to Change. I am doing it early [to boost my sense of autonomy] and I am working on a shift in perspective.

I talk to clients about finding intrinsic motivation in tasks that feel like seriously hard work. When something feels like a big fat Have To or Should, it can be useful to explore ways in which it can be reconceptualised into a Would Like To or even a Love[!]

To tell the truth, I struggled just a little to redefine Doing My Tax Return. But I have come up with this: doing it now will allow me to feel organised for a whole year; it will deliver me a friendly bank-deposit to reinvest into the business I love; and it will free up energy and attention, which I will be able to shower on my two favourite people.

[A small, conscious shift in perspective can deliver a dramatically altered experience.]

Tags: baby love, choices, happiness, My Lovely One, values