Hello, Fabulous People,
Yesterday, I let go of tens of thousands of emails.
They were all read, but not all deleted. I saved them because maybe I might need them some day. Yesterday was some day. I didn’t need them.
It was both exhilarating and terrifying letting go of these emails. In fact, I’d resisted moving to a new email host because I didn’t know what to do with them. I had spent hours deleting years of them, realizing it was an impossible task. I didn’t want to download them to some absurdly large file. I didn’t want to shift the problem to a new location. So, we changed email hosts, and I let it all go. Today I have five emails in my inbox. Five! I have unsubscribed from a variety of daily drivel! I’m managing the mischief! Feels damn good. Sure, there was that one email I meant to save and immediately regretted deleting. Oops.
There will likely be more.
But today, I’ve got a clean slate.
Well, kind of, because I have two other email addresses that are basically spam folders and they need managing. Then there are PMs on social media sites lingering in inboxes, texts dallying on my cell phone, comments loitering on my walls, digital detritus lurking in every corner of the internets.
Damn it, digital detritus.
Sometimes I just want to walk away from all of it. I don’t want to be a slave to other people’s demands on my attention. Our constant connection can feel like a prison. We live in an age of endless distraction. Ding, beep, squawk! Feed me! Feed me!
I’m feeling the rush of hitting delete, the pull to unplug, and the sweet, sweet release as I let it go.
Let it go.
Let it all go.
More of less, less is more.