However, I have to earn my right to enjoy Spring. Spring, it seems, is when everything happens all at once. It is Tax Time. As a contract laborer, the place where I do all of my work does not withhold taxes or make any Social Security match payments. It is all on me. So this time of year I have to work all the paperwork and fret how I will survive it all. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t dislike paying taxes. Dad taught me that taxes are the price of freedom. But when you live near the bottom, it is difficult.
We also have our annual Spring Grappling Tournament. Oh gosh I dread it. I really do. The grapplers love it of course. They get to play and win trophies. I, on the other hand, have to face several weeks of preparation and a 12-hour work day on the event. A 12-hour work day where strangers yell at me about stuff I cannot do anything about. As a person with social anxiety, 12 hours with a hoard of yelling people, some of whom choose to yell at me, is something I really do not enjoy.
Spring Break brings various Kid Camps to the school. The school is crawling with little, screaming me-me’s. It makes me cringe. Other schools in the country are throwing seminars, some I would love to attend, but cannot possibly squeeze in the time, and I really don’t have the money thanks to taxes.
I love Spring. I just can’t wait for the first part of Spring to be sprung so I can then relax and really enjoy it.