So, I wrote for an hour last night and was pretty pleased with what had come out and then either through my own ineptness or some fluke with the program I was writing on I lost every bit of what I wrote. I couldn’t seem to get it to save and I even tried copying and pasting it into an email to myself and nothing I could come up with worked. I cried. I thought about posting about it last night but I was too upset with it being gone. So, I was telling my boyfriend about it this morning and he asked if I took a picture of it with my phone. Brilliant idea! Now, why didn’t I think of that?? Too late it was gone. So, now I’m trying to bring myself to re-write the whole thing and maybe that’s for the best. Maybe the re-write will be even better. On the other hand I also keep telling myself why bother which it just plain silly. Of course I should bother!! So, I’m going to start over again tonight. I’m going to use a different program this time as I do not trust the one I was using last night.
On a whole different note. I’ve decided to choose to be happy. So, many times I’ve chosen to be miserable and what a waste of a choice. What does it matter what could have or should have been? I let it matter so many times of course but it’s such a waste of time. There’s a Dawes song where Taylor writes something like the only point of looking back is too see how far we’ve come. And that is so true. The line is actually more brilliant than what I’ve just written but that’s what I’m taking from it for now. If you’ve never listened to Dawes then I suggest that you check them out. A Google search will find you almost everything you need to know about them. Taylor is an amazing writer and I am in awe every time I listen to anything that he’s written. Really, he’s brilliant and has a way with words that I am often jealous of but out of that jealously comes a challenge to be a better writer myself. So, thank you Taylor Goldsmith, challenge accepted! Folks, choose to be happy! It’s a lot easier than you may think even when it seems to be the hardest thing to do.