As some of you know, I’m currently working on a book. Over the past several weeks I’ve been working through edits. This morning I woke up early and put in about an hour of work before I closed out of the document I was working in. As soon as I clicked on the X, a feeling of dread came over me. I wasn’t sure if I had saved what I was working on. I quickly tried to re-open the document and was greeted with a file not found message.
More than 60 pages of edits…
There were several stages of panic. I tried frantically to open up the document more than a dozen times. I searched through all of my files to find out the last time it was saved. I immediately fired off an email to my editor to find out if she could help.
I stewed for forty-five minutes. How could it have not saved? Everything automatically saves now. I couldn’t believe that I had lost my work. I had lost valuable time and effort. Worse, I would have to expend more time and effort to accomplish my goal. I became angry about it. I snapped at my family. I railed against the state of modern technology.
After the anger gradually subsided, I was finally ready to accept it. I was ready to move on and go back to my initial document to redo edits. At this stage of acceptance, I logged onto my computer and saw the edited file staring back at me.
Relief washed over me.
And I learned something:
I would never get those forty-five minutes back. Time spent angry, distraught and frantically worried. Time spent snapping at my family, starting off their day negatively instead of in a positive manner. Time that was…
No matter how bad or how good you think life is at any given moment, wake up, be thankful, and share positivity with others.