It started out with a recognition that my mind was crowded.

The result of a busy schedule, too much screen time, and an inbox that seemed to fill as soon as I emptied it. All of this after years of committing to space for myself and a consistent weeding out a lot of what was unnecessary.

It was part of my delusion that I was successfully living this intent.

Perhaps it was the day I realized I was checking email a few times a day. Just to stay on top of it. And to get the little oxytocin hit of pleasure when I deleted those impersonal emails, even the inspirational ones, that I never got around to reading. I wondered at the activity of deleting just to feel in control of my inbox.

I began to understand this was my mind’s way of feeling successful and in charge.

Successful at deleting emails that I wasn’t reading. That’s really quite funny.

A tired brain, an inner call for spaciousness, and the lure of silence led me to a decision. In preparation for my personal silent retreat, I’d unsubscribe from most email lists as an experiment. Just for a month or two. To see the impact of creating more space in my inbox. I didn’t think it was a big deal.

I was the Mistress of Unsubscribe as soon as I ordered an item or downloaded a free resource.

I believed I didn’t allow data to get “pushed” to me. Rather I “pulled” it when I wanted to know something. Same thing with my phone. I have no notifications, no sounds, and most often, no ringer. I’m in charge of choosing when to look at my phone, rather than responding to every email, text, or call. So, it should be no big deal to release the 10 to 12 emails that flowed to me.

I expected to feel free as I began this process.

It started out easily enough. A few stores where I had accounts. My bank letting me know when statements were ready to download. PSE&G informing me of my upcoming auto pay. A blog I hadn’t read in a long time.

Delete. Delete. Delete. Mini oxytocin hits.

Feeling good, I decided to uplevel my experiment. I’d let go of all emails with the exception of my professional organization and perhaps two sources of inspiration.

I didn’t expect the anxiety that creeped in as my mind got involved.

What if I needed that information? What if I hurt someone’s feelings? What if I missed something? What about that blog that had some great research or good news from around the world?

What ifs kept coming. So did the emails.

My estimate of 10 to 12 emails was way off. For someone who “wasn’t on email lists,” I was amazed when I unsubscribed from 25, then 30 lists. I hesitated when it came to my favorite organizations, people I admired, important environmental activist groups.

So, I let more go. My church. My favorite organizations. My colleagues.

I sent a few notes explaining my decision. Letting them know I’d be back after my experiment. I realized this was in part to soothe the subtle anxiety that others may think I didn’t value their work or words. That wasn’t true, I valued so much of what others have to offer. I also value my serenity. And then I had another revelation.

All that information was available online and I knew how to use Google.

I had to laugh. I could visit these websites anytime I chose. With that, all my tension released.