The email I didn't send... "stagnant ponds of blood-sucking mosquitos"

I wrote an email yesterday.

Then I set it up for delivery: date, time… everything was a go. Then I walked away.

Then something started niggling at me… doubt.

Was the message right?

Was it too much?

Was it weird?

So I rushed back to my laptop and “unsent” it.

Okay, so here’s what I learned from that:

Writing on your edges is a good thing. It stretches you… even though it freaks you out sometimes.
You are in complete control. You decide what you ship and what you send back to the Drafts Folder, and most importantly…
Send those emails out while they’re smoking hot. Write, send. Write, send. That’s how you get strong and brave.

Otherwise, the life force on those emails just sits there, like scum on a stagnant pond… all that does is draw blood-sucking mosquitos.

And mosquitos are no good.

Nasty blood suckers, those.

Have you ever chickened out of sending an email… and lived to regret it?

Hit reply and tell me your tale of woe. (I also covet tales of victory. So feel free to dazzle me. 🙂 )

The email I didn’t send… “stagnant ponds of blood-sucking mosquitos”