The pleasure of unsubscribing.
Over the years I have subscribed to dozens of different e-newsletters. I suppose I am a little impulsive. I find a writer or marketer I think might be interesting, and sign up on the spot.
The problem is, most of them then take my subscribing as a sign that they are free to deluge me with increasingly breathless demands that I not only read what they say, but also click on all their links and buy something.
At this point I sigh and mark them as Junk. I don't mark them as Spam. That wouldn't be fair. I did subscribe after all. But I don't want them filling my inbox.
A few times a week I'll take a peek in my Junk folder and maybe read one or two emails.
I thought I had things made with the Junk folder option. I figured I could still view these emails if and when I wanted, but wouldn't be distracted by their appearance throughout the day.
But I was denying myself a huge pleasure.
Today I opened my Junk folder and unsubscribed from a dozen or more lists.
What a glorious, liberating experience that was. It felt great and I highly recommend it.
Now I won't even be tempted to waste time looking through Junk.
