Taxes, aargh!!!

Dear Diary,

Three times I have gone into my account to complete this task. Three times, unsuccessfully.

Next, I lock myself out of one account. Okay. Until I found out I have to wait for my temporary password to arrive via United States Postal Mail! In my area, the mail is a mess for most items in mid-December. Most being mailed in January 2021 seems to be on track, mostly.

It is hard enough to live in the truck. So hard, we knew, it has been a discussion in couples therapy.

Enough is enough, sometimes. I cannot be the only person who says or thinks this on occasion. The people, circumstances and reasons may vary, of course! Yet, enough is enough, is a sign of change needed.

Somehow. Some way! Change is needed. What changes?

Boundaries?

Is it fair?

Is it healthy?

Hmmmm, is it, this time, a detangling of enmeshed dynamics and a pattern being broken?

Kind of feels like that. Can I trust that feeling? Unsure.

Yet,

Whatever it is, it is interfering with getting tasks accomplished. Partly as seen in my introduction. Mess of life and trauma and symptoms of mental health.

This time, a mist the pandemic, truck camping while homeseeking and with our names on lists of lengthy waitlists, the only option is my phone and my challenge at passwords. Further, it is part of the trickle down consequences from when I was far, far less cognitively capable and able for task completion. Timely, if at all.

Ah, well, there is not a bit I can do about it now. So I can bring it up in session and see where it all goes. Surely, I will have insight before my mail delivery. Lol!

Be well,

Rusty