Sometimes you just don’t know what to do. You try every possible strategy. Nothing works so you go to your last resort:
- find that small hidden reset button
- hit CTRL, ALT, DELETE
- go searching for the elusive Factory RESET
To say that this spring/summer kicked my butt is a bit of an understatement. With a roller coaster of emotions, for ever climb of 2018 a steep dive seemed to follow. With two sudden losses in our family a month apart, my meticulously scheduled summer blew up. To make it through, I kept holding on to the promise of August 1st.
August 1st was the magic date when the jobs would be done, the nephews were going to come crash and we would head back to the water’s edge (aka PEI). I packed the car, left the laptop behind, and turned off cellular for most of my apps. This was going to be the first time in forever I didn’t work on special projects, classes, or readings. That first night we went back to the water’s edge. I don’t know why it still surprises me four years later, it’s like those rhythmic waves have magical powers. Each new crashing wave, pulling a worry back to it’s core.
Just like the slow tech boot ups, the two weeks by the ocean’s edge seemed to be a long RESET button. Every day had a moment at the water’s edge just being. I have to admit I’m not sure I was ready to come back. Of course it took less than 24 hours to fall back in to bad habits. I was already caught up in the busyness.
Maybe everyone needs a hard RESET once or twice. A chance to go back to our factory reset, to find that place of calm. And maybe in the search to avoid the massive system rebot, finding the small moments through out the day.