I love emails. You know that. I always love the personal. This is a strength, and it is also a weakness. There are impersonal things that I also need to be taking care of, but emails, like the sirens in Greek mythology keep calling to me.
Even so, every once in a while, there are times when I don't want to open up any email!
I don't want another forward -- I must get fifty a day. I know very well that there are many wonderful ones, yet time doesn't allow me to sift through, and I've had it with forwards. Spams I had it with long ago.
And, I don't want to be notified that anyone has unsubscribed. I don't want to read any kind of rebuff. No, not even one!
The other morning I had written two emails to two fine people, asking a favor of each.
In one case, I asked the person to add something and the other person I asked to not add something! These were not great sins, you understand. They were innocent errors that either the two people had forgotten about or had never known.
Nevertheless, I realized how I simply don't want to open any email that might not be simple and easy.
God tells us to look for what we want and absolutely not what we don't want. But here I was falling back into old bad habits and waiting for an axe to fall.
Soon enough, I opened every other email and deleted forwards and spam and only then did I have the courage to open the responses to my two requests.
Well, the responses were just lovely.
The first person was more than happy to add what had been left out. And the second person understood perfectly what I was saying and agreed wholeheartedly with me to leave it out next time. Of course, these two people are not the first to be so obliging, yet it was a relief to me.
If I had been writing a fiction story, there is no way I could have written such ideal responses as the ones that came back to me on that day.
I refuse to have anxiety about anything ever again!
Emails, here I come!