Eating my words.
June 11, 2009
Do you ever have one of those days that changes, if only temporarily, your views about things?
Well, I'm having one of those days. A few days ago, I wrote lamentingly about the disappearance of letter-writing. It was well-meaning and sincere, but I feel I must now clarify that only SOME forms of letter-writing are lacking from our society.
This morning I woke up and decided to finish writing my thank-you notes to the people who attended my open house and sent gifts or cards. I had already written about fifteen of them, and I thought, "Surely it won't take long to finish these today."
Nevermind the fact that I had about 35 left to do.
I have now stopped for the day, partially because I have run out of thank-you cards, but more because I'm completely burned out already. I still have 25 left, and I worked for about an hour and a half.
I could very easily go buy some more...but I'd rather just leave it. I'm a procrastinator, and these thank-you's are so very time-consuming.
Don't get me wrong, I think sending these thank-you notes is wonderful. But writing them all and trying to make them individualized and personal for each different person takes a lot of time and energy, and usually I end up sounding like a robotic moron. It's a little bit humiliating.
It's the thought that counts, though, right? I sincerely hope so. Otherwise, a bunch of friends and family are going to open their envelopes and laugh. "Who let HER write the thank-you notes? Her parents should just put her out of her misery."
So I do still stand by my previous sentiments, but sometimes letter-writing goes beyond thoughtful to the realm of redundant.
