CONFESSION AND CLEANING UP EMAILS

I'm cleaning out all my email files. Wow. You may know, it can take a long time.

I'm tackling the following: Inbox: Junk Email: Drafts: Sent Items: Deleted Items: Archive: Quick Access: Desk Top: Downloads: Documents: Pictures: Camera Roll: Email Attachment: and One Drive. I don't think I left anything out?

Continuing. There are hundreds upon hundreds of emails and items going back years.

Some are nasty.

Some are endearing.

Some confusing.

Some ahard to face.

Some make me angry.

Some still hurt.

Some are encouraging.

Some embarrassing.

Amazingly, none scare me anymore.

It strikes me that going through years of accumulated emails is something akin to "hearing" a whole-life-confession:

Secular confession?

Sacred email clean up?

Cb
Amen


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