So much went wrong this week…
I’m surprised I’m still alive. Normally I would have exploded in unrighteous anger before running away crying, tucking myself away in a corner someplace. This time, I dealt with everything head on- my wallet in hand.
Something happened every day to me, beginning with Saturday morning. Without going into details, know I had to shell out $248 to Roto-Rooter. The worst part was Thursday night/Friday morning, when my iMac decided to freeze up and not let go. It would have me sign in and begin loading, but never open up. I tried over and over. Nothing. I did the Command + Option + P + R and D and Command +R — so many ways, using the alphabet, to get it back up and all futile. THEN I called Apple Support and did it all over again… just to come up with just one solution: Wipe my hard drive.
So I did.
I lost progress, but not all of my work. It hurt all the same and it left me devastated. The only thing that’s truly mine and I lost a chunk of it all. Thankfully, I managed to keep two versions of it all on my iPad Pro and one manuscript in an email I sent to myself. I still have a bit of work, but it wasn’t all lost.
I managed to stay the tears and stand firm too. I spent a day remembering passwords and logging back in to all my accounts. I spent hours downloading Microsoft, Vellum and Affinity software and I rejoined the world of social media. Frustrated, exhausted and a serous case of carpal tunnel- I cheered for Prince Harry and his engagement while getting my book BACK from ground zero!
I wanted to be mad. I wanted to cry and I wanted to chuck my iMac out the window. I didn’t and I’m happy I resisted my antics. There’s always a silver lining in there somewhere. Mine was finding the unedited files I needed. I can’t dwell on the past and the negatives anymore. I’m already editing again. I plan on changing my behavior and ditching the negative attitude. No resolutions- just life adjustments. I’m working hard to make some Big Changes in me and with my book life.
I experienced a week of hell, and I’m still standing. Just a little bit broke…