My inbox is a living, breathing character in my life. Much like the city of New York was for Sex and the City, on any given day it is full of energy, opportunity and speed, or angry, or full of quiet desperation.
It introduces me to ideas and information and inspiration. But most importantly it introduces me to people. Better yet, it has reintroduced me. I will never forget the decision to join Facebook and how every day after that my inbox just TACKLED me with nostalgia and stories and how hour by hour I was just FLOORED with the people who instantly rushed back into my daily life. How days never seemed to have passed. How years were merely a blink of an eye.
My email inbox has brought me some tremendous moments. New jobs. New friends. Memorable blog comments. New loves. Apologies. Updates on sick children. Laughs. Opportunities. It is the first thing I check in the morning and the last thing I look at before I go to sleep.
I’ve often thought of what it takes to click “send”. Sometimes there’s no thought at all behind it. It’s an automatic, Pavlovian response to the task of needing to get some text from one computer to another. But other times, other times there are carefully crafted words, measured and weighed and prayed over. There is editing and re-reading and second-guessing and breath-holding while that mouse clicks.
Of course there’s the other side of “Send”. It’s The Waiting. The next phase of breath-holding. The constant checking and refreshing and double-checking of the dreaded Spam folder. The wondering and the hoping and the panic and the crushing anxiety of the response. And the best part – the joy and the tears and the excitement and the moment you leap out of bed and fist pump like you won the Kentucky Derby, Indy 500 and Superbowl all at once.
Yep. I’ve totally done that.