Delegation is an act of faith. When I first started working with my EA, I couldn't let go of email. It felt too personal, too nuanced. How could anyone else possibly know which messages mattered?
But I was drowning. Six hundred emails a day. Weekends consumed by inbox archaeology. The constant anxiety of missing something important buried under a mountain of newsletters, cold pitches, and cc'd threads that had nothing to do with me.
The breakthrough came when I realized: my inbox wasn't a sacred space requiring my personal attention. It was a river of requests, and I needed someone to help me build a dam with the right-sized holes.
My EA, Marcus, now handles roughly 85% of my incoming email. He responds to meeting requests, filters out noise, drafts replies in my voice, and escalates only what truly requires my brain. The first week felt terrifying. By the third week, I wondered why I'd waited so long.