You might think this is a post about my life. It could be, but it’s not.
This is a post about facing my demons and looking at myself squarely in the eye and getting through a difficult time.
Am I talking about complex family problems? Financial woes? Work troubles? Mental health?
No. Not this time.
I’m talking about having to sit down at the table and fill out about three sets of forms, all of which were at least nine pages long. It was nothing earth-shattering. They were just a set of forms that needed to be completed, signed and submitted.
AND I HATE IT.
It requires patience and thoughtfulness and perhaps a little research here and there in order to answer the questions correctly.
But I have never been one for calmly plodding through tedious and somewhat baffling tasks. I rarely follow recipes and I don’t read directions, either. Hence, sometimes my brownies come out 1/4 of an inch thick and Ikea furniture is assembled upside down.
However, last week I exercised my grown up inner self and I sat at the desk and completed every question the best way I could and I even calibrated the printer to scan copies of documents.
Is there such a thing as bureaucratiophobia? If so, I may have conquered it last week.