I have recently realized how much serenity there is to be found in an empty email inbox. It’s not uncommon for my inbox at work to contain a hundred or more unread messages during busy times. As of this moment, my main personal email account has twenty-nine unread messages and there are ten more in other secondary email accounts I keep.
Sometimes, I must confess, I only have time to deal with those that are nearest the top. I have my email sorted in order of receipt, with the most recently received ones at the top. It’s quite possible for some messages to get buried as the unread messages pile up. There is a direct correlation to how many unread email messages I have and my stress level.
A few weeks ago I managed to get all of my inboxes to the point where all messages fit on one page, and the only ones that were saved were ones that I needed to do something with immediately. What a sense of being in control I felt! Each morning when I logged on, I was able to deal with new items as they came in, I felt relaxed and able to cope with anything.
Alas, the serenity was fleeting and I am once again at the point of being in email jail. What was life like before the terms email and inbox controlled our life? I’m guessing it was less stressful.