Yesterday I was trying to tackle the mountain of papers that seem to pile up overnight (with little success, as usual, due to the fact that if I'm sitting down my children assume it's because I need them to give me something to do) when I re-discovered the bag of wedding cards I've been keeping around for seven years with the intention of writing thank-you notes. I've even begun doing it a number of times, but never made much of a dent. Now, I've never been good at thank-yous. For anything. I know that I've alreay broken rules of etiquette by taking this long to get the job done, but I also know that Miss Manners would tell me better late than never.
So for the past seven years I've kept this bag of cards with the best intentions. But as I looked at my paper-sorting piles, I realized that I have been using this bag as an excuse. "I'll write that thank you note when I write all the wedding thank-yous." And thus one thank-you note becomes an insurmountable mountain when all I have are snippits of time here and there to write.
So I have come to a very important, perhaps immoral descision. I am going to write a few select thank-you notes from my wedding, like for Becky Haggard and Lisa Clark, who stepped in to help without being asked, and then I'm declaring bankruptcy. Or thankyouruptcy, if you will. I'm admitting defeat. I'm throwing the bag away. And then I'll make a more concerted effort to show my grattitude on paper more often in the future. And I'm going to allow myself to forgive myself for doing it. I hope.
So please forgive me if you were waiting for that thank-you note. Please know that whatever you did, I really am grateful. I'm just not good at telling you.
If it makes you feel any better, I'm not even getting around to sending Christmas cards this year. (Though, to be fair, I have been pretty good at that in years past. To make up for it, I have a Christmas card-ish photo album below.)