So many of my friends and coworkers tell me that they hand their W-2s over to their parents, and "let" them handle their taxes. After a certain point, there's no excuse. It's so easy to file our own taxes. Especially when we plan ahead.
For Christmas, I got the gift of getting stone-cold dumped by my boyfriend of 4 years. Our lives had become so enmeshed, emotionally and financially, and I had only a few days to figure it out, pack my stuff, and get the hell out of dodge - all of which somehow cost $2,327.11. So where did all my money go?
I used to be the first one to say yes when a friend invited me to something a few weeks away - only to realize day-of that I didn’t actually want to go to Disney’s California Adventure. After a few weekends of running around instead of relaxing, reading, cooking, and playing video games, I finally adopted this rule and started saying no.
After working with four startups, I've born witness to plenty of internal changes. Here are the things that put a stopper in my panic before it had a chance to start.