A few years ago, I was a wayward freelancer in New York City (still…am) and not very on top of adult matters. One early April morning, I saw my roommate sitting with stacks of receipts on our coffee table and felt an immediate sense of dread. I realized I would never make it in time. I would never file my taxes before the deadline, and figuring out the extension process overwhelmed me.
Trust me, I don’t want the same fate for you, dear reader.
