I’ve declared war. That’s right. I’m not going to take it anymore.

It started with my finger on the “delete” key. Those emails ganging up on me are now history — at least until the next battle. With so many pinging me, no wonder I couldn’t focus enough to figure out I would never be able to absorb them all. History.

Once-cherished emails fell by the wayside, made less important by tantalizing glimpses of freedom. Give me liberty! Funny thing, the more I deleted, the easier my finger grew on the trigger.

Note to self: Email is the tool, not me.