100 Sad Days: Day 46; cards and apologies

I started writing this in July of last year and then found other things to write about. I kept on meaning to return to this post but just didn't. Today I began the task of decluttering and in so doing I found a pile of cards.

Christmas cards and thank you cards. I thought I had got it together last year. I got thank you cards ready from Eliza (for birthday presents) and Christmas cards printed too. Now in Aigust I find them hidden away in a plastic bag unsent.

As well as feeling ashamed and embarrassed for not getting them sent I am scared that I am not in control as much as I like to think I am.

So this is where the post had meant to start:

An odd title for a post you may think but I couldn't decide on something witty or fitting.

This post is my first apology.

An apology to my family and friends. I have always been organised and prided myself on making sure I had cards and presents ready for all occasions. Often I would send them late but send them I would. I love to send cards as I know how lovely it feels to receive them.

However over the past year it has all gone wrong...

I guess I had planned to tell you all a little more but the unravelling continues.

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