However, handling my Inbox is solely my responsibility and when I am good at it, I am very, very good, and when I am bad at it, I’m horrid.
The problem was, I was getting to be more and more afraid to open my closet door because I knew it would be so overwhelming that my mind would probably blow a fuse because of information overload.
So, the rudimentary process and systems part of my brain kicked in:
- Get rid of what I didn’t need
- Systematize/file what’s left
- Never let my digital closet get so full and unruly, ever, ever, ever again (this was probably a pipe dream, but it seemed sensible enough to at least list)
I also thought about blowing up my laptop, but anger management is another challenge (weakness) as well as off blog.
Just as I was closing my Inbox, I noticed an email from an old friend in Richmond. Without reading it, I pushed the reply button and banged out a quick note, pushed send, and with that, shut down my little “I’m supposed to make your life easier, but I’m not” machine.
The next day, what do I do but start the madness over again by pushing the on button.
I quickly open to my slightly less stuffed Inbox, and there, waiting for me, was the following reply from my friend in Richmond:
Only you would take five and a half years to answer an email. In fact, in the email I sent you, my kid was entering eighth grade and now she’s a college freshman at Sarah Lawrence College in New York …
Humbled, I began pushing my trusty old delete button as more and more emails disappeared into cyber heaven or hell for good.
For all I know, one of them could have been from a childhood sweetheart, still waiting for me to reply to her request to take her to the prom.
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