Tax Day... and other stuff

M and I filed our taxes over the weekend. We would have sent them in mid-February, but it seems to take forever to get all the documents from external sources. We had Friday off, and that became tax day for us.

Things are pretty stressful right now, but not due to any one thing with a tangible solution. The wedding planning is heading into organizational directions, and just dealing with putting our bridal party and very immediate family into rooms is driving me bonkers. We haven't even gotten to seating charts yet.

We're also down two people at work... not due to layoffs, but to life decisions taking them in different directions. But our expected work output doesn't scale down by two people, no, so I'm trying not to get sucked into the vortex of 16 hour days; I already more than paid my rookie dues. All the same, staring at the unreasonable list of open calls feels like a challenge I'm supposed to meet somehow, and I really want them to be closed and off my plate. It stresses me out to have the same orders open for more than a week.

In response to feeling overwhelmed, I'm dragging my feet on things I know need to get done. I have to get past the feeling of futility so that I can just get things sorted and moving again, even though there's an un-ending list of things to do that regenerates faster than I can put line-items to bed.

Above all of this, I'm worrying about dozens of things because of the big changes coming in the next year. It's all very big right now, but the worries are hiding the folds of very happy developments ... so I can't exactly complain about them now, when plenty of people we know are involuntarily unemployed, or unable to advance some of their long-term goals due to the economy, or suffering their own life-changing upheavals, or grieving.