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Well, fuck me if…
… I don’t learn to just delete
I have a problem. Maybe it’s just a temporary thing… an OCD thing… an ADHD brain thing…
But it’s a THING.
Emails live in my brain rent-free. I hate that I do this. Like… I know that I’m actively hoarding emails that I will likely NEVER read again.
How do I stop this fear of losing that one important email?
My personal email is overfilled with emails that are decades old. Each with a folder, a purpose, and a promise that I will revisit them.
Someday.
Just not today. Probably not tomorrow or next week or even next month.
This is my life, in the soft sense: emails. In the hard sense: actual clutter.
My email account represents my life, and I believe other people have the same issues with maintaining some semblance of normalcy.
I’ve learned, over the years, to delete many things from my life. People. Jobs. Relationships. Friendships.
Whenever I realized (sometimes far past their expiration dates) that something doesn’t serve me anymore, I’ve been…
