personal hell



i’m very proud to be a self employed artist. 6 yrs out of grad school and i’m finally getting out of the red and into the black (with a redish tinge). but i hate tax season. while my husband has 3 pieces of paper to give to the tax man i spend days sorting and adding and cursing and sometimes crying. but it’s one of the prices you pay to do what you love, or so i try to tell myself…