Email Resolution Revolution
My first email account was created in 1995 to ‘communicate’ with my new friend, Bev. We met at a real estate training. She lived in Louisiana and I was in Texas. I had heard of ‘email’ but was barely able to operate my DOS system on my massive computer terminal with the dial-up internet connection and the AOL disc that allowed me a free 90-day email trial. Bev sent me my first email the day after the conference ended and fortunately, my computer guy was at the house clearing my first computer virus from the system when it arrived. I clearly remember not having a clue how to respond and was not at all sure sending a written message back to her would even work.
Computer Guy was decades ahead of the curve, and a decade younger than I, so having him in the mix was helpful in learning the ropes of filling in the email blanks, typing a message and finding the SEND button. We had to create an email address account, passwords and who knows what else to be electronic. Honestly, I knew the stamp on the envelope was much more reliable, but I also knew I best be ready for a change. In just a few sends, I was hooked and Bev and I have been emailing daily ever since. (We do visit in person and on the phone, but there is just something special about the continual email chain with your first.)
Times have altered decades later: Facebook (do not participate); Twitter (do not participate); Instagram (do not participate); Snapchat (do not participate); Facetime (do not have the face for it). If my Computer Guy was still with me, he would have kept me up to speed in the change of communication practices. Left to my own exploration, all I did was start new email accounts. So here is where my 2019 Resolution comes into play: I now have nine active email accounts and that does not include the email accounts I created and failed to utilize or follow.
It started innocently enough—I had my original AOL account, but suddenly, EVERYONE wanted my personal email address. Not trusting ‘the system,’ I decided to create an alternate account for those less trustworthy of my original account. That worked fine for a few months until the powers that be figured out how to email uninvited into my bogus account. By then, AOL was one of many players inside the internets, so I decided to create accounts with each of them. Yahoo, Microsoft, a variety of dot-coms and then the all might Google entered the game. I was overwhelmed with email addresses, passwords, URL’s, WWW’s, and acronyms I had no legitimate knowledge to be exploring.
I did not realize my email was an issue until recently I noticed I had no time in the evening to watch my terrible networks televisions shows without the distraction of scanning, deleting, foldering, and responding to endless emails. How did this happen that four hours a night I was attempting to get my ‘inbox’ down to under 10 unread emails? Why did everyone and their tap friendly fingers need my email every time I purchased a Snapple? Why did I feel obligated to provide these invaders an email? Why was email following me everywhere I went? How was your visit to our store? Did you receive excellent customer service? Would you please respond to the previous emails you have recently ignored? Do not forget to feed your cat. STOP!
The polite part of me felt obligated to respond to electric gibberish, but why?! My new anti-email empowerment now begins with a ‘No.’ When the polite clerk asks for my email, I smile and reply, ‘No.’ They then attempt to tease me with First Alerts, email only coupons, customer preference options and $10 off my next purchase. When it is still a hard No, they then print a 10-foot receipt and circle the barely readable bottom of the receipt and explain if I will send them email feedback, I could be eligible for a $500 in store credit! Still No.
I deserve more ME time, so for 2019, I will simply abandon all email addresses that hold no sentimental value for me. The employment email will be limited to working hours only. There will be one junk email address for necessary warranty registrations, neighborhood alters and family members who still forward jokes and be-on-the-lookout alerts. My beloved original AOL email will still be used for ‘me time’ only and Bev still receives almost daily updates of life in San Antonio. Yes, I still have an AOL account, but no one hacks or interferes with it as tech-savvy folks do not know what AOL is or why someone would not be a Gmail account holder.
Best wishes to you in the New Year and apologies if your email goes responded.