I have a confession to make:
I am terrible, awful, no good, so bad, worst ever at sending thank you cards.
I buy them. I intend to send them. I want to send them. I like the idea of sending them. I like picking them out. They are always so stinking cute. With their itty bitty cute little matching envelopes.
But it’s just not that simple.
Of course it isn’t.
Because I can take something as innocuous as thank you cards and make them complicated.
Welcome to my brain. You are welcome.
Here’s the deal: I didn’t grow up writing thank you cards after birthdays and holidays. I’m not blaming anyone else for my ridiculousness at a standard life skill, just saying that it isn’t something I’m used to doing.
So, I start out with the best intentions.
I sit down, pen ready to begin my declarations of thanksgiving…and THEN…
I want to write out a heartfelt, meaningful discourse to each and every person who was gracious enough to buy/do something for me.
Because I am thankful. Truly. 100%. Times a bajillion.
But those thank you cards are awfully small. There isn’t enough room to express my gratitude. I run out of space. Quickly. Because I’m a wordy gal.
Besides, after a baby shower, when I’ve been lavished with a couple dozen gifts, my hand is liable to fall off if I write soliloquies of thanks for each and every person.
So they start getting generic. And it pains me. Deeply. Because it makes me feel like I’m NOT thankful. Which couldn’t be further from the truth.
And then I get annoyed at the whole thing. And I stop mid way. I’ll get back to it and finish them tomorrow.
And I genuinely mean to sit down and finish writing them out.
Really I do.
And I keep going back to the issue of wanting to write a whole bunch and not having time to do that multiplied by the 22 notes I’m supposed to write. And I don’t want to mail out only some of them…I feel like my thank you notes are all brothers and can’t be separated until the appointed time when the USPS sends each to their prescribed destination.
Like little sea turtles that hatch at the same time and rush to the ocean together. Dodging birds and crabs and absent minded postal carriers.
So I end up with this stack of completed thank you notes.
And a stack of blank ones.
And time keeps ticking by.
And I keep SWEARING I’m going to finish them. Tomorrow.
And then I realize it’s been almost FOUR MONTHS since said baby shower and now I’m just completely embarrassed. Sending out even the completed cards seems ridiculous at this point. Four months later and all.
So now I just basically avoid eye contact with any of the sweet souls who bought me a gift, because I’m sure they think I’m a complete ingrate who doesn’t care about their present.
Which…again…couldn’t possibly be further from the truth if I tried.
Because I am so beyond thankful that I can’t seem to express it in a teeny tiny itty bitty thank you card.
Please know that if you have ever, or ever plan to give me something or do some nice act for me…I really am genuinely grateful for it.
I just suck.