When I get overwhelmed by work and life (it happens once or twice a year), I simply delete everything in my mailbox.
That day is rapidly approaching. In fact, by the time you read this it might be here. So, if I owe you an email and you've heard nothing, write to me again. Just not for a ten days or so. Life is currently full. And Hild II awaits...
So. Henceforth I declare the third Sunday of July an annual holiday: the Day of Mass Delete and General Apology.
Here's how it works:
Warn family, friends, and colleagues what you're about to doTake a deep breathOpen your emailSelect All, and DeleteTurn your fucking Wi-Fi off, for at least four hours, and spend a blessed morning/afternoon/evening at mailbox zeroThen blink, sit in the sun with a cup of tea and some luscious pastry, and think about nothing.
Try it. It's worth it.
Published on July 22, 2013 04:46