Stamp of Failure

I couldn't bring myself to send out Christmas cards this year. I don't know what happened. I did that a couple of years ago, too. That time I bought cards, signed them all, and even put the return address labels on them. I just couldn't take that final step of addressing them. So I stuck them in a bag thinking that I would use them next year. And then the next year I bought new cards and sent those out instead. So in December when we brought down the Christmas decorations, I found those unsent cards and thought "Hey, I'll just send those out this year. Less work for me." But then I just let them sit on my bookshelf. I think either those cards are cursed, or I just need to go through the whole process to create the enthusiasm necessary to send out cards.
But in the middle of December I was still working under the delusion that I would pull myself together and send out cards, so I bought three books of stamps with snowman cookies on them. Now, I have a buttload of Christmas stamps, and postage just went up $.02. It'll take me months to use those stamps. It's like this failure to do something so simple will be hanging over my head all year.