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Unplugged?

I keep reading that I shouldn't check email in the morning lest I ruin a good run of productive breakfast-fueled time. Of course, I can't do that. I am too afraid I'll miss something from an editor, or something fun to read, or anything. Given how much time I spend alone working at home, email is almost a life blood.

But then there's the time suckers like, say, reading blogs, :), and organizing my sock drawer (which I swear I will do if pressed to procrastinate.)

Mostly though it's email. I am grateful I don't have a Crackberry. But I do occasionally load up IM (because The Prince prefers to chat mid-day this way). I'm starting to wonder if I'm actually more productive tethered, or just more stressed. And if I'd be more productive if I pulled the plug -- if even for a few hours a day.

Would love to hear from those who are cheerfully floating without their digital leash...

Comments

Anonymous said…
I check my email every morning :-) I can some how get up 20 minutes before my three children to check my email - but not to go to the gym ;) go figure !
Sugarmama said…
I find that I can EITHER cruise around online OR do the projects I like. I just don't have enough free time in a day to do both, no matter how hard I try to be disciplined about my computer time.
Anonymous said…
PULL the blug! I just signed off facebook (for lent or something) bc that's become my latest time sink. Keep on reading and keep on writing but oh, how the hours do wither away. and if you can avoid the bb, good for you. I'm hooked on bb emails - seems to save time and I'm firm about not reading/writing when i'm with the littlees. I've hung on to my paper calendar... good luck to you.sSs

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