So I’m sitting here at a lab in the UNLV Lied Library, waiting for my advising appointment (which luckily got bumped up an hour — underpromise and overdeliver is definitely the way to go to make people happy). I’ll post about Vegas after I get back, though.
In the meantime, hmm…what to blog about? After doing so well with inbox zero, it’s rough going back to having 39 e-mails in my inbox and 440 unread items in Google Reader. I was doing so well! Monday or Tuesday I’ll get back into the groove, of course.
Or will I? Over the past few days before I left for Vegas, I got to wondering if inbox zero is all it’s made out to be. Yes, it was nice to be decluttered. Yes, it was nice to have nothing in my inbox. Yes, it helped me get stuff done on time.
But on the flip side, I was checking my e-mail a billion times a day. (Before that, it was only a million or two.) Obsessive is about the only word to describe it. It was too much.
And it takes a somewhat large investment of time each day to keep up with an inbox — an hour at the least. Maybe it’s worth it; maybe it’s not. I don’t know. It was constantly on my mind — it’s odd for emptiness to be so heavy — and did indeed feel like a bit of a burden.
And yet on the flip side of the flip side, it’s nice to be on top of things, and I really do love corresponding with people. And I didn’t have to worry that there were important e-mails five pages into Gmail that I’d forgotten about four weeks before.
I’m guessing there’s a beautiful balance somewhere in there, but I don’t really know where. I could say that I’ll reply to everything within a week, but that almost ends up being the same thing, but a week later. (Sure, it’s slightly different, but not by much.)
Or I could only reply to certain types of e-mails within that short time frame.
Or I could go Luddite and dwell incommunicado in the Andes.
Or…I don’t know. I’m leaning towards just sticking with inbox zero after all, since it is more polite, and training myself to only check e-mail a few times a day (and reply to it maybe twice a day), and just dealing with the burden. (Hold on. If I’m corresponding with any of you, I should say that by “burden” I don’t mean what you think I mean. :) It’s only as a mass that they become heavy. But I’m digging myself into a hole here. :P)
Anyway, I’m really tired — over and out.

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