Well, although I, along with so many others, complained about the amount of email I had to deal with, I was also very attached to them. It was a sort of status thing, telling me I’m important because I’ve got X emails dropping in my inbox a day or whatever, I must be SO IMPORTANT, SO INTERESTING, SO NEEDED, SO UP-TO-DATE and so on. Look at how BUSY I am!
The other thing is the fear of it le?tting go, the “what if” dis-ease. What if I miss out on something because I’m not connected all over the planet, not receiving all this information most of which I don’t even read.
What if……………………………….fill in the blank, there are many.
Thankfully my desire is to move to a place where I value myself for who I am not what I have, what I do, who I know and what I know. A place where I have the time and space to be with what really matters to me.
Giving a posi?ve meaning or value to things that make my life difficult is crazy, and yet I understand this is something we humans do because there will be some positive intent muddled up in there, an attachment to something. The pay-offs With email flooding in, even things I didn’t read or really care about, I could delude myself into thinking I was connected, important, up-to-date, current or whatever it is.
I could also avoid the void.
I don’t want to be there anymore, the pay-off has stopped working and I have to pass through the email withdrawal hell, the void.
I’m afraid of the VOID, the place that is left, the place to be filled. I fear I might fill it with the “wrong” things and find myself back at square one. Am I up to the job of filling it?
Am I up to the job of allowing and trusting that it will be filled, and to allowing what will be, to arrive?
So, my cry is unsubscribe, unsubscribe, unsubscribe! “