It’s official. My computer hard drive is kaput. It looks like it was slowly failing this past year, and on Thursday it took it’s final breath. I went to the Genius Bar again and received the diagnosis over the weekend. It’s a shame the other “geniuses” didn’t pick up on what was going on with my computer during my countless visits over the last 12 months (ahem), but I can’t blame them for the lost data. That’s entirely my fault. The only thing of real value were the pictures, and I only lost 9 months worth thanks to my sporadic backing up. Luckily, many of the great ones of our family (and the stories behind them) made it here on the blog.
Of course this would happen immediately after I made my lofty blog proclamations, right? You can’t imagine how silly I felt last week to have things go awry after all that talk. Missed posts, things off schedule, no pictures. The perfectionist in me, that which has kept me from taking important risks to avoid failing, was in a tizzy. And also saying I told you so. It didn’t help that the final posts I planned to write explained the last series I am adding to the blog. The series I am most nervous about it’s reception. The one some people love, but admit it’s a bit nerdy and not for everyone. Ugh! As dramatic as it sounds, I wanted to scrap everything and hide under the covers.
And then, on Saturday, I stopped caring. Meaning, I realized it’s just a blog. Things get screwed up, posts sometimes suck, and not everything goes as planned. Oh well! That’s life. I’m shooting for 80% awesome and I feel infinitely better about things.
I’m on The Mister’s laptop right now, the one he uses for work. This means that during the day, I will be without a computer and without internet until he comes home. The data recovery and new hard drive will cost slightly less than a new computer, and that isn’t something I am willing to pay for right now because as crazy as it sounds, I’m excited by the idea of life without internet. I have a feeling that my productivity will increase exponentially and that all those little projects around the house that I have been meaning to do will suddenly get done. The other day I was reading blogs and in the back of my head I thought I should really be researching metric conversions for recipes and planning out which ones from the DoŮa Petrona book I should attempt first. Now, without my computer/internet/blogs/emails/twitter, I should have nothing but time. Me and some reference books, kicking it old school.
I’m hoping this experiment thrust upon me will make me more creative, more relaxed, more inspired, and more appreciative of the scant year or two I have left with Nicholas before he starts school fulltime. I will cook more, create more, think more, and, at night, blog more. Of course, some things will change by necessity. I try to reply to my comments and emails promptly, and that I won’t be able to do until the evening. I may not be as quick, but I will still respond.
In short, don’t cry for me Argentina. I have a feeling this is just what the doctor ordered.
Tomorrow, I will discuss the series I have tentatively titled, The One Where I Reveal My Nerdiness. If The Mister’s laptop crashes before then, I’m considering it a sign.
Have a great day! See you this evening. :)