A Blue Envelope

For millions of people across the country, it's tax time. We get to collect all of our receipts, fill in some complicated forms in triplicate, use our personal seal to certify the documents, and — if we're lucky — mail them off to our employer so that the payroll department can handle the more complex process of filing the taxes on our behalf. While working out how much Reiko and I have earned this year, how much we've paid in taxes, and how much our home is worth after living in the house for 20 months, I was struck by how different the numbers were from last year, the year before, and the year before that. A lot of hard work and frayed nerves have resulted in a pretty comfortable income and the responsibilities that go along with it.

As one might expect, I couldn't be happier.

There was a time not very long ago when I was a broken person. Not only financially, but emotionally and spiritually. Thanks to the support and encouragement from a small community, a lot of good has come from the darkness that shrouded much of 2014 and 2015.

May those dark times never return.