not the post i wanted
I’ve been writing a post for five days. This is not an exaggeration. I knew exactly what I wanted to write about—a response to the question, “What exactly do you do?”
It turned out to be a deep reflection into how I define my work. That was the title of the post: my work.
I wrote about my Enneagram personality.
I wrote about my embarrassment of failure.
I wrote about my mantras.
I was inspired by this view of my desk (five days ago).
The writing revealed things I didn’t know. I was reminded that this is one of the reasons why I love writing. I found gratitude deeper than I knew before I wrote.
And I was interrupted. Over and over and over again, I was interrupted from writing the blog post. I reminded myself that it’s okay for things to take a little while.
I don’t have to be fast.
Today, during a little break, I decided to finish the post. I do not know what happened, but as I was writing the last line…
(It was so well crafted, and I was puffed up with pride.)…
my too long (but very pretty)…
finger nail hit something and…
the post was gone.
As a long time blogger, this did not bother me, because I know the undo button and I know the undo shortcut and I know the revert to previous version link.
None of these things worked. I was left with an empty post box under a title, “my work.” I promised myself I would write and join the #sosmagic community.
The thought of recreating the post perturbed me. The thought of starting anything else from scratched annoyed me. The thought of not posting embarrassed me.
This is a better than nothing post, but not the post I wanted post.
Writing is like that sometimes.
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