When I first heard myself described as a ‘creative type’, what made the most sense was how I met the group limitations, not the abilities. I still don’t get the abilities.
But I do get a strong irrational fear of any kind of system that I'm supposed to get my head round. Even if it’s one I made myself during one of my heroic bouts of getting to grips with my phobia.
In other words, I’m a complete woss about filing. Today, I held my nose and plunged into my filing only to discover an unmentionable automobile discrepancy that I’m now, treble-finger crossed, praying I’ll get away with. AKA I'm experiencing my nadir of terror. And that’s not even tax.
Tax. Even though I’m way too terrified to diddle any one, I have latent catholic paranoia, because I don’t actually get anything about numbers, and therefore I think I’m probably doing something wrong. I sweat and tremble as I go over my receipts, then live in total terror for my tax return.
But now, more seriously terrifying is than anything else is the fact that I find everything right where it should be. Even the things I’ve forgotten about. Contrary to my creative type casting, my filing seems to be pretty good.
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