There used to be a time when I was pro-mail. Couldn’t wait to see my name on an envelope. Couldn’t wait to open it all up and see what wonderful surprises awaited me.
Now? Not so much.
It’s not that I get bad news in the mail. It’s just that I’m able to leave it in piles all around the house and never actually get around to opening it up more than once or twice a month.
Not sure what gives with this new non-habit of mine. (A non-habit is an aversion to doing anything in a timely manner. Not putting away the groceries. Not opening the mail. Generally, pilling everything for review later, and making “later” much more onerous than it needs to be).
I met with the lawyer to put together my will, etc., and he sent me off with my marching orders. Did I do what I was supposed to be doing in a timely manner? Nope.
Even though I signed up for the appointment and determined that getting my paperwork in order was a priority for me before doing anything else.
Every day I get out of bed and go do things that I’ll enjoy doing more that day than “adulting”. “Adulting” includes the following necessary categories that have fallen by the wayside in my home:
– Bill Paying / Mail opening
Don’t get me wrong – I cook every few weeks or so in order to avoid cooking daily. I am the queen of microwave re-heating. I also enjoy gardening, and have a variety of plants in my yard waiting my attention to complete their interment in the Spring fresh ground. Ditto cleaning. There’s no dead bodies or spiders around, but clutter abounds. And, I’ve already covered the monthly effort to pay bills (every 22-25th, I’m all over that necessity).
Otherwise, I’ve pretty much chucked “adulting” by the wayside and simply do what I want while my energy lasts. Going for a walk to get in my necessary steps each day. Driving and taking pictures. Meeting with friends for dinner or a movie. Napping. Lots and lots of napping… Listening to audio books or music. Building shelves and getting the shed organized.
My house looks like my long-conquered ADD / HD had taken over my life once again, with lots and lots of half-finished projects and activities.
Anybody else have problems “adulting”? Inquiring minds would love to know.