Version Control of Life

I create so much detritus. I gather and create quotes, to-do lists, receipts, coupons, recipes. Nothing has a home so it's just swirling about and landing on surface area everywhere, surface area that we don't have at home. I have diaries from kindergarten through today taking up three shelves in the bedroom, a milk crate in the office, pockets of all my bags and my bedroom at my dad's house. I have three email accounts and a total of 14,045 unread emails among them. My name is all sorts of strange combinations everywhere now that I'm married. Introducing myself, I'm never sure which one is going to come out of my mouth.

I often feel like the walls are closing in on me. Which Sara am I? And where is that recipe for fried chicken that Dan's uncle gave me?

I have no answers other than this: Giving in to the techno-panic is how the demons win. The winner isn't going to be the one who replies to all 14,045 emails the fastest. The winner is going to be the person who figures out how to use technology in the best way possible. To use it to create peace and ease of life, rather than hysteria and detritus.