I had a minor freak out at work this morning, but let me preface that I am weepy, hormonal, and overworked. I’m not really handling life well, lately. In fact, writing a blog post is a small step in me taking more time for self care — something I desperately need.
So. My minor freak out.
I’ve re-picked up my project to post all about our trip to the UK (very belated, I know). Today, I had planned to sort through the pictures as a catharsis between copy-editing. Except, when I opened up my old computer, I couldn’t find those pictures anywhere. Same with my old external drive.
Same with my new external drive…
I was scheduled to have lunch with old friends from camp and I spent the drive to lunch crying on the phone to Mom. I seriously couldn’t believe that I lost those. I neglected them and once they were gone or corrupted, there was no getting them back. It felt like I’d lost part of my memories and a really good part of my relationship.
Mom did that thing where she is sorry, but quite calm and rational while I am whimpering on the other side of the phone to her. Mom — I want to be you when I grow up. By literally saying nothing, you have an innate ability to calm me down. Please accept my undying gratitude as a late Mother’s Day gift.
I tried very hard not to go through most of lunch as the designated Party Pooper. For reference, I got cheerful because my friends are awesome and I’d like to think I’m not that much of a jerk.
I had calmed down enough by the time I got back to work for some rational thinking. You obviously know where this leads — I found all of the pictures, mislabeled and dated for April of this year. Thanks, Apple.
What am I saying with this post? Realize what is important and treat it like the priceless thing that it is. That advice doesn’t just apply to pictures.