Where to start, wherrrrre to start...
We could talk about my numbering issues from my last post (9, 11, 12, 10?). We could definitely talk about that.
We could talk about the fact that I fed my kids pasta sauce for dinner the other night. Like, literally just sauce. That's it.
We could talk about the ice chest from our camping trip that I just realized is still on our porch, buried under my yard sale pile. I'm pretty sure there is a piece of cheese floating in a few inches of water inside of it. Which is absolutely terrifying.
But, no. There is something else I need to talk about today.
My phone is clearly emerging as the most disorganized part of my life. Let's not even discuss my notifications, that's another issue entirely. My emails! This is a serious problem. I've just let it go for years and now I'm starting to actually care. I'm starting to realllly care. And as far as I know, there is no way to stop it. I can delete emails individually or I can move emails into sub-folders and delete them there, but we are talking 50,000 emails. FIFTYTHOUSAND. What am I supposed to do with this?? I'm on this big minimalism kick, you know? I'm cutting down our belongings by a significant amount. It feels SO good. I feel 70 lbs mentally-lighter. But, my inbox. My inbox feels like a tumor on my face. It is the red, throbbing cancer in the midst of our lighter, more orderly existence. It is a solid two fingers up at all my efforts, with maybe even a sticky-outtie tongue. It is a poison.
So, what do I do?? What am I missing?
SOS. SOS! White flag and all of that.
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