Some times I really don’t want to deal with stuff. I just don’t. I’ve spent many years confronting things head-on, being the first one in & the last one out. It was always me, going first, testing the waters, asking the crappy questions. Well I’m finished with all that shit. I don’t want to know any more than I have to in order to live my little life.
I get so much crap in the mail. Some are bills, some are ads, some are plain old junk. Well I have gone on a mail hiatus. All of my major “stay alive” bills are automated so I know my lights will stay on & the mortgage is paid. There’s nothing in that pile of mail that will affect my immediate well-being, so I’ve said to hell with it. Sometimes I’ll open a piece or two that interests me & other weeks not.
Am I being irresponsible? Am I obligated to spend time perusing something because a stranger felt the need to send it? To date, I haven’t missed anything by NOT opening this stuff & if something REALLY needs attention, I’ll get a phone call (or a hand-delivered summons!!). For me, it has been really therapeutic to not have all of that stuff in my head. It feels like a new type of freedom & I’m happy with it. Hmmmm…..I wonder what else I can choose NOT to do………….