Almost 200 days ago, I wrote a post called Why I’m Anxious Today (E-mail, anybody?)
Since I wrote that post, I’ve made a change.
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I’ve performed a hyphen-ectomy on the word “e-mail.” That is, I now write it like this: “email.” This may be a small, irrelevant change to you, but that’s an example of something I like to tell people: “Every change, no matter how little, counts.”
Admittedly, that’s not a GREAT example, plus it’s a digression away from my title, today, which is NOT about email, but rather about …
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I confess: Both email (with or without the hyphen) AND snail mail make me anxious.
Today, I shall expound on the anxiety-provoking qualities of snail mail for me, these days.*
Reasons Why Snail Mail Freaks Me Out
Reason #1: There’s way too much of it.
This applies to both email and snail mail. As a matter of fact, I just checked that earlier post about email, and #1 was the exact same phrase with the exact same punctuation! What are the chances of that?
I guess the amount of snail mail which arrives and accumulates around here is REALLY** making me nervous, because I’m trying to distract you (and myself) with (1) rhetorical questions about coincidences and (2) inviting you and me to go into the past.
Okay, so back to The Here and Now …. that is, the amount of snail mail there is in my life, today.
I would take a picture of the amount of mail there is, in my immediate vicinity, as I write this post, but … I have some shame about that. So I won’t! You’ll just have to imagine how much mail there is — opened AND unopened.
Okay! Now, I assume that the amount of mail you are picturing right now has to do with … your own feelings, thoughts, and experiences about Snail Mail.
Actually, you know what? Forget your experiences. I am going to reverse myself, right now, and CONFRONT MY SHAME about the messiness of snail mail in my life. In other words, I shall take a photo, right here at Blogging Central. Hold on ….
Here’s something interesting about that photo: Blogging Central has looked much neater in previous posts, like here, about a month ago:
Yes, that’s the same table, BEFORE I DECIDED TO GET MORE ORGANIZED ABOUT MAIL.
And in case anybody reading this post is thinking — regarding that first photo — “Gee, Ann. That doesn’t look like THAT much mail!” … let me show you another photo, from the Here (actually, upstairs from where I blog) and Now:
Hold on, there’s more:
Okay, here’s my dilemma, at this point in my post.
I’ve started a list, about reasons why snail mail freaks me out, and I don’t want to add another entry to that list. I think this might be enough. Which leaves me with a list …. of one. But, hey! It’s my blog post! I can do what I want!
So what is my major point, in this List-of-One post, today?
What do you think?
(pause, giving you space to think about what this post means to you….)
Now, I’ll tell you what I think: I think this post is about shame regarding my organizing my external environment, including how — when I try to get better about something — it often looks and feels worse (at least for a while).
I am letting go of shame, though, in general, and as I try to get better organized about snail mail.
I’ll tell you one thing that’s helping, right now, with snail mail organization …..
Throwing more away.
(New) Rules About Throwing Mail Away
I shall throw mail away if:
- It came before a certain date AND
- It’s not important.
What gets in the way of that?
Judging what’s important.
That can be challenging, for lots of reasons, including the fact that so much snail mail has a strong opinion about its own importance. For example:
Guess what? I just threw those away.
Thanks to people who are organized about mail, those who are not, and … I guess that includes everybody. Wait! I also want to thank you, especially, for visiting today.
* I say “these days”, because snail mail has changed, over the years, Including what we call it. Before email, snail mail was just “the mail” (in case you don’t remember that).
** Ka-ching! I now owe more residuals to The Culture Monk, who uses REALLY in his title, every day.***
*** At least, for now.