How did I let it get so bad?
As indictments go, this is about as serious as it gets. 1218 unread emails.
I like to tell people that I have an inbox zero policy. ha ha ha ha ha. I also tell people I eat Paleo. My life is such a lie.
*move to trash*
There is no real ‘good’ way to tackle this that won’t suck the limited will I have to live from my already brittle bones and saggy exterior.
Besides, none of this ‘sparks’ joy in my life.
I’m all about Marie Kondo these days, despite having never actually having watched any of her stuff. But I imagine, metaphorically… my inbox is like that ‘bad’ apartment with the 400lbs shut in that has to be removed by the fire department by breaking down one of the exterior walls and then winching said victim (of their own malaise) down to the relative safety of the terrafirma. Or am I thinking about a different show?
In any event, my strategy is as follows…
… if its really important they’ll mail again.