So today was the day I was going to make time to write something meaningful here. I left work before 8 p.m. (this is becoming an issue for me) and I had a plan for myself. And then I let other things get in the way and suddenly it was 10:45 p.m. and I found myself staring at my gmail inbox.
Staring. Cringing. Looking at the giant number of emails I had let accumulate and stagnate without ever sorting them or getting rid of them. So instead of sending myself into my room to read or sitting down to work on a post that I’ve been meaning to write for days, I got to work on my three hundred-something email inbox.
A half our later, I breathed a deep sigh of relief. Five emails in my inbox. All either important or things I want to do in the coming weeks. You know how I feel right now? Euphoric. Utterly relieved. Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I can’t remember the last time I felt this good and mentally calm before going to bed.
Which got me thinking, maybe the only thing I’ve needed to do lately is just make a plan of attack, organize and follow through. Maybe my outrageously cluttered inbox was clogging up my brain and leaving me feeling like I wasn’t finished every day and that’s why I wake up every hour, or find myself thinking about too many things just to focus on one.
Or maybe I’m just a charter member of the Lazy Girls Club and doing something productive fills me with a false sense of accomplishment and overwhelming pride. I’ll keep you posted.