My inbox is cluttered with junk.
Some I signed up for.
Others I didn’t.
But I hold onto them all equally.
No, I have never in my life
presented a coupon to cashier,
but you never know…
one of these days…
Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?
I’ve got folders I never move messages to.
I’ve got forwards I never will open.
And before I know it,
I avoid email altogether,
afraid of the number attached to my inbox.
Each time I’m forced to check it,
the volume overwhelms me
and I descend into a fit
of panic
and self-hatred.
Once in a blue moon,
I muster the courage
to begin checking and
choosing and
moving and
deleting.
But there never is enough time
to get it down to zero.
So it builds up again,
exponentially growing,
until it’s as hopeless as can be.
And then I create:
a New Me!
S-H-oh-two-nine-nine-nine
@GodPleaseGetItRightThisTime
dot com.
