I don't know what this is about my accidentally deleting histories of stuff I care about--bookmarks, music libraries.
(And what does this say about my current unflappable calm, which in itself is out of the ordinary, and my wide-eyed faith that I will prevail in all the restoration efforts.)
It's very much a dry season--or maybe, just busy, and therefore, it feels like it's a run-down kind of time. There are things to work on, both in real life and outside of it, a sort of husbandry involved in the cultivation of a life and the moments to catch.
I have too many thoughts (and hormones) for my own good, sometimes. I'm highly excitable when all I want to do is pin down an idea I've been chasing and get it on paper. Things.
I've just been looking out for a way to break out of these bad vibes and hot mess and cesspool of things-going-wrong, but I don't know how. That bothers me much more than I care to talk about.
Only the loud-crying-out emoji is able to describe me right now: I had accidentally wiped out my entire iTunes library. I still have my iPod, and I really want to restore the library from the iPod--because that's about six years' worth of obsessive-compulsive organization of albums and cover art and playlists.
It was not all good, but it was not ALL bad. No matter how I hurt, I had the chance to heal, with kindness, compassion and mercy. Grace abounds and it is a time of gratitude
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