Probably this will be my “Rosebud” — the thing that haunts my thoughts throughout my life — but anyway here I go again . . .
You may know that I had a vexed relationship with my Gmail inbox for something like a year.
(You may know that I’m perfectly happy to flog a rhetorical device like “You may know . . . ” well past its expiration date. But I’m done now.)
So, here we are. Once again I awaken to the reality that the communications load in my life is unsustainable. I love talking to people, I’m good at talking to people, and my job depends on talking to people all day long.
BUT . . . if I spend the whole day talking to people, the Real Work doesn’t happen.
Talking to people is Real, too, when it’s sincere and achieves something in terms of human connection or (*gasp*) business success. But I know a lot of really neat people with whom I could talk for hours just for the pleasure of talking. That pleasure is one of life’s high points — but achieving something lasting with your work is even higher.
All that to say this: I’m experimenting with my conversational load.
You likely won’t see me as much on Facebook and Twitter, or, when you do see me, it will be in more concentrated bursts. I may not be as quick to respond to e-mail. You’ll still see me blogging here and elsewhere, but more of my words will be spent in outward transmission rather than in two-way communication.
In sum, you can assume that I will spend more time in my shell than I have been. It’s not you, it’s me.
I hope the results will be worth it.