...is to get through my inbox backlog. All of it. I don't care if I get nothing else done; I'm catching up on email.

The bar has been set. There are 621 threads (not emails, I'm going to have to adopt a different strategy. I'm going to try Inbox Xeno On Steroids: work through my inbox backlog in sprint of no more than one hour in length, and every sprint must deal with at least half the threads. Thus after 1 sprint I should have no more than 310 threads to go through; after 2 sprints, 155, then 77, then 38, then 19, then 9, then... well, if I can't deal with an email in 15 minutes, I've got bigger problems than an overloaded inbox.

The key word here is ruthless. That is the adjective I will be applying to the verbs "delete" and "archive" en masse during the course of this adventure. PERFECTIONISM WILL DIE. Or rather, since my perfectionism seems to be stubbornly baked in, I can whale down on it as hard as possible and still be pretty sure it isn't going to break/snap/go-away; turning it on will always be an option, so I'm going to practice turning it off. A lot.