Okay, I have just been on the phone to the tax department, explaining my current situation and lack of funds and they are actually quite flexible and able to make arrangements if necessary. I felt like such a grown up phoning them now, super early, when normally my modus operandi is to bury my head in the sand and hope it all gets better, until it gets so much worse that I no longer have options. But that is not what I choose to do when I take charge of this life. Admittedly there were tears from me, but still grown up and facing my past decisions. Taking responsibility for them and moving forward. With options. Even that makes me feel better. I have options. And more importantly I realise I have options.
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