You’re not doing a terribly great job at being an adult.
Something crazy happened this past week and I was asked for some documentation about my degrees. Easy. Except that I can’t find my actual paper copy of my most recent degree. I have my transcript but not the actual paper degree. And they wanted a copy of the paper degree.
But what I did discover while searching (because I have a distinct memory of putting the paper back in the cardboard folder, then in an envelope and sticking it someplace “safe”) is that I apparently put my Staples rewards card which I have been looking for for 3 years in the fireproof lock box.
I guess because it says “permanent member card” my brain decided that those words gave it appropriate status to belong in the indestructible box.
My brain did not however, think that the title to my car is worth putting in the indestructible box because I found that in a manila folder in a plastic organizer on the bookcase in the hallway.
So even as I reflect on last year and my 2015 goals and all the progress I have made, I have encountered several similar things the last few weeks where I have been forced to face the fact that I’m not actually terribly on top of being a responsible adult. I’ll just add that to the 2016 goals list. Once I make the list that is.