Like moths to a flame

How orienting yourself to something real can make all the difference

Lately my inbox has felt like a room no one uses. It’s become a dark repository for everything there isn’t time to deal with until the very thought of opening the door fills me with dread. I snoozed emails so they’d pop back up at the top of my inbox the next morning, hoping that would prod me to open them. But once they went into the abyss of unread em…