An extended and colorful, for lack of a better word, rant of all the things we notice every day and never talk about but should.
Read MoreI have been avoiding my email for approximately 13 years.
Checking my email feels like walking into an Everything Must Go sale at the Christmas Tree Shop.
I can’t remember the last time I opened my inbox.
How many trips around the world have I won, and missed out on?
How many would have been lovers risked it all only to never hear back from me?
How many chain letters am I now cursed forever for not forwarding?
When I hear the ping of an email come in, my lazy eye goes sideways, my teeth chatter, my shoulders tighten. It’s like a knock on the door when it’s snowing, I’m in my jams, sipping red wine and watching Killing Eve. Whatever it is, don’t want! Whatever it is, pass!
I find I use the imagery “life lunging at me” often in life, which means I’m constructing a world where I feel life is happening at me. I use that phrase a lot when I think of email.
Hmm.
Back to Wayfair coops and satisfaction surveys.
Anyway, I might try email. See what all the fuss is about and maybe, as an added bonus, overcome a paralyzing fear of life while getting $10 bucks off a pair of Hokas.
We’ll see.