Those of you close to me know I’ve been a little down in the dumps lately. This usually happens right after tax season. It seems as if we work so hard for three months, make it to the finish line and…nothing. No parade, no cake, no confetti...and our phones stop ringing. It’s almost anti-climactic. So I have been acclimating myself to “life after tax season,” and that has included a bout of the blues.
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