I have a love/hate relationship with technology.
And here’s one of the reasons why. (Just one of them, mind you.)
My email isn’t working. Poor me, right? And when I say “not working”, what I mean is that one minute my emails were there and, the next, they were gone. Every. Single. One.
Every email I have ever sent, received, saved, or flagged…erased. Every folder…empty.
Although I’ve gotten better about deleting unnecessary emails, there were well over 3,000 of them. Years’ worth.
I use my email as a file folder. That thing was chock full of writing, receipts, ideas, blog posts, gift lists, links, photos, videos, personal correspondences, business emails, contacts, submissions, rejections, invoices…
Yes, I know. You shouldn’t keep that kind of info in your email. (Also, I rely solely on email notifications for blogs so, if I haven’t been to visit you, this is why.)
I’m embarrassed to admit it but I went through a sort of grieving process. Shock, denial, anger, upset, acceptance.
Or as close to “acceptance” as I could get: I unplugged.
Not out of need for a break but out of sheer, unadulterated anger. Which, I suppose, means I didn’t actually “accept” anything. Whatever. I piled every last device (including my phone) on the floor and threw a sheet over it. I couldn’t even look at the stuff.
There was some fear below the surface of that anger.
I’m still wary of touching any technology. I approach my laptop like it’s a time bomb.
Tick, tick, tick…
It’s unnerving. I’m paranoid about every “update” that pops up on any device. This whole thing really took me down. Set me back. Put me on edge. Brought me up short. (What other cliché can I fit in here?) I want to get into my regular online routine but I’m so damn nervous.
I’m afraid of what else could go missing. I have notes of all sorts just sitting on my phone and laptop. And now I’m waiting for something to go wrong. Waiting for technology to fail me again.
I looked around for my notepads, planners, and calendars and found they were incomplete at best. I had some appointments, meetings, dates, and deadlines written down but, really, not many. The pages were pretty bare. And I honestly couldn’t remember when I stopped writing in them regularly.
This has me seriously thinking about how much I store on electronic devices. And how much I need to distance myself from them.
Have you ever lost important documents, emails, or contact info? What did you do? (Dare I ask…how did you react?)
Just an F.Y.I. to all of my lovely bloggy friends: I’m working on this. Will I get my “Happily Ever After”? I’ve never been a huge fan of those but, in this case, I’m hoping for it. Or at least a “Good Enough Ever After”.