Zeroed Out
It’s that special time of year — when I channel Marie Kondo, The Terminator, and a monk all at once. Everything must go: emails, apps, unread voicemails, maybe even an acquaintance or two.
I've felt increasingly distracted the past few months. There are some valid reasons why, but for now I'll address the most transactional of them.
Once or twice a year, I get hyperaware of clutter. The things I own that actually own me, the notifications that go ignored, the feeds that steal my attention. I want to rid myself of them all. This month, I'm doing it again: purging closets, closing accounts, unsubscribing from e-mails, pruning social feeds, and deleting apps.
If I wouldn't buy it again, throw it away. If we haven't conversed one-on-one this year, unfollow. If it's selling me something I do not need, unsubscribe. If I haven't opened the email or voicemail in 60 days, delete it; everything else gets archived.
Inbox, voicemail, following: Zero. Here's to a simpler, quieter, and more intentional 2026.
