barber

this evening i did my taxes. usually i take it to glenn my accountant, but this year his secretary suggested i just drop it off and he do it for me while i'm at work. i didn't like that suggestion because part of the pleasure of tax season is spending time with my amusing taxman. anyways, i was given the option to do my taxes for free at the house famous so i accepted the invitation. 2 hours later a very frazzled lesley signed her name on the papers. it didn't go very smoothly and was a bit of a roller coaster, one second it said i had to pay, then it said i didn't. it flip flopped all around, i was quite anxious, but in the end it worked out pretty well. i'm not sure if it was worth it. i could either have spent $45 to have them done in 15 minutes, or spent 2 hours doing them for free. hm. thankfully i don't need to think about it again for another year.

last night rachel was telling us that her grade 12 english writing teacher told her that only being inspired to write during hard times is a sign of an immature writer. i thought a lot about that throughout today. it made me think about faith as well as writing. i felt convicted that turning to God only when life is going crappy is a sign of immature faith. i'm definitely guilty of that, even though my desire stays the same (it's not like when life is good i don't think i need God, i just put less effort in to seeking and finding when i'm satisfied). immature faith. that's all i can think, it feels like an epiphany.

it's starting to grow
with its roots firmly planted
in the earth below.