I was mortified by how much new paper came home with me yesterday. Granted, I collect my mail only about once a week, and yesterday included multiple weird errands I’d managed to put off for some time. At 330pm I dragged through my front door:
- three cheques (no option for online deposit)
- one government call for insurance premiums (nine pages!)
- four year-end tax return slips
- one pamphlet on how to retrieve blood test results online
- two appointment cards
- one therapist’s page on how to log triggers until next appt
- five pages of course instructions
- three receipts
Oy.
Paper is my nemesis.
It’s also my best get-rich-quick scheme! By accepting the pieces of paper, I:
- can double-check my appt times, such that I’m never charged for a missed one
- submit a complete and accurate tax return, garnering me countless benefits
- save three hours over travelling back to the doctor for blood test results
- can track every expense, which automatically annihilates excess spending
Some of it is actually unnecessary. (Oddly, I can access school grants even if I flub my way through my courses. It’s only my passion that doesn’t allow me to do that.)
Given all the benefits of papers big and small, I build in to my life room to process an average of 10 papers per day. I set them in my “to do” pile. Once or twice a week, I make myself a homemade mocha, put on some music, and plow through them.
Worth it.
