An embarrassingly short time back I had to post a letter. Easy, I thought. I’ll find a mailbox and put it in. It was one of those prepaid deals so I didn’t have to go into the post office to buy a stamp as I usually do.
So one day when I was in the city I headed to the post office because… well there must be a mailbox there. Step one, locating said mailbox, was quite simple – it was in plain sight out the front. Step two, posting the letter… was not so simple. I faffed around for what felt like an eternity, prodding and poking and pulling at the yellow box, until… I simply fled, tears of shame burning my eyes.
But did I admit defeat? No… the next weekend I invited a friend for a walk and suggested we head into the city. And I asked her to show me where the damn opening was.
And she laughed. But she helped me. And naturally it was quite simple and very obvious, but it seems I had blown up the simple task of posting a letter into such a mammoth undertaking that the pressure to achieve had blinded me.
In any case, now I know.