My gmail account is 5 years old, and I have a full 5 years of emails residing in corners and folders and nooks of this particular email account.
So for some unbeknownst reason, I decided to start sifting through the remainder of my youth. Yes that is how I look at it.
I’ve been reading through many of the “eliminate your inbox” articles over at 43 folders, and considered starting to work through this, as I have upwards of 300 emails in my inbox.
I rarely delete things. Well that isn’t entirely true. I delete junk mail. I delete things that do not require replies, or printing out. Everything else I keep (because who knows, I might need that inspirational quote someday?!).
When I first starting the gmail account, I created folders to help reduce the number of emails sitting in my inbox. Because I tended to be a wondering gypsy, I created folders for the various places I’d lived. I.E. Friends from
These thoughtful emails (both sending and receiving) were then labelled and archived into their respective folders, and never really looked at again.
Until I started reading them today.
Now, I’m not sure if reading your own emails counts as literature, but my oh my could I get lost down that rabbit hole.
There is something about reading something I’ve written, years ago, that just intrigues me. I think that it is this love of self-reflection and consideration that I continue to write a blog even today – because it means that someday, somewhere in the future, I will be able to read my thoughts from the past. I think it’s somewhat magical. What you chose to publish or send to a friend is (usually) so much more proper, or thought out, than the ramblings that you jot down in a journal.
Sentences and thoughts are more developed, and delivered in an easier way to read years down the road.
So today I’m considering. I’m considering the friends I used to be close with, and I even replied to a few that I haven’t talked to in nearly 3 years. I’m considering how to adapt my carefree teen mentality into my twenty something years.
And I’m considering what the heck to do with 5 years worth of emails that I can’t bring myself to delete?!
They all seem like too much of a part of me, explaining my feelings and thoughts as I was going through the various life events that have made me who I am today. The loves, the break-ups, the spiritual breakdowns and revelations, the friendships formed, the excitement, the freedom of studying from 10am – 10pm and enjoying it, my love for finding tiny corners of campus to call my own, the free spiritedness, the nature walks, my parents repeatedly calling me a gypsy, the memories, the ridiculous memories (I can’t believe I spent 3 hours taking public transit from SFU to UBC to meet a guy).
I deleted a few as I went through them all, I suppose it will just have to be a process thing, only letting go of a few little snippets of memories at a time.
Its just too hard to let go of everything all at once.

