Dear Email Inbox,
I'm no longer going to be your bitch. You no longer own me. Our current relationship is over as we knew it.
Look.... I trim you, pet you, clean you up, sort you out, respond to you relentlessly, every freakin' day.
And how do you respond?
The minute I turn my back, you disperse your nastiness all over again like a toddler on a tirade.
Like a wet dog fresh out of the lake, dripping and nasty.
It's exhausting and I'm no longer going to stand for it.
I've
got a family to raise, clients to serve, a school I want to start, a
book I'm trying to write and you're always there mocking me, taunting
me. I'm done.
I'm taking back control.
I'll decide when I look at you. In fact, right now, I'm turning you off until I'm ready. OFF.
Now get your annoying act together and remember who's in charge.
Rebecca
