I hate writing thank you cards.
I’m sorry, but I do.
I know. I’m a bad person. I should be so appreciative of whatever I’ve received that I should WANT to take to pen and paper immediately and scribble out my thanks. And I am. But there is something so impossible about getting me to sit down and write the cards.
And I can’t explain it.
As we speak, I have a pile of Christmas/birthday thank you cards waiting to be addressed, stamped and mailed (so if you read this and are expecting a card, I have it, I swear and it’s coming!). I wrote all of them out last week during the commercials for Gossip Girl (stop JUDGING me! I wrote them, didn’t I?) but I can’t, for the life of me, bring myself to mail them.
And I don’t know why.
I can always justify a bit of delay on my cards anyway. I mean, it would be fiscally irresponsible, not to mention very un-green of me, to send out thank yous for Christmas and then, a week later, send them out for my birthday too, right? Right. So I wait. And then, after my birthday, I wait a little bit longer. Just in case there are any stragglers. Or delays in the mail. Or something was back ordered. Or I’m lazy. And then I sit down and write my cards.
But mailing them is another story entirely. I, for whatever reason, cannot just push myself to get out my address book (well, okay, technically I don’t have an address book–it’s more like opening my email and searching for the addresses or calling my family for them or digging out the envelope or box from the sender–that may be part of the problem right there) and address the things and send them out.
I love mail. I love cards. I love little notes. But when I KNOW I have a card to send out and I KNOW that there is a deadline for it I just can’t bring myself to do it.
When I get married, that will be my biggest issue. Not finding a place to live or booking a venue/caterer/DJ. Nope. It’ll be getting the thank you cards out before our first anniversary.
Maybe I can request that from now on, all gifts come with a self-addressed stamped envelope for an easier Thank You situation.
Or maybe I’m just a bad person.