The One That Got Away

I got up this morning, brewed a cup of coffee and sat down to write today's blog entry. I'd been thinking for a few days what to write about- I wanted to write something fun to read and not just a daily account of my happenings here in Iceland.

Sipping my java, I typed and chuckled to myself for an hour and a half. "This is a good one," I thought as I proof read my blog-masterpiece. I shoved myself back from the computer, headed to the kitchen for a snack and then returned to the laptop one more time to upload the last of the photos for my entry.

And then my computer deleted it- the whole thing.

All my writing from this morning disappeared into the Internet Abyss, never to be seen again. I got that hot, prickly feeling when I realized that my hilarious, funny, poignant, thought-provoking, life-changing essay went bye-bye. Tempted to punch my laptop in the 'face', I fought the urge to shout some choice four letter words and I let out a sigh of defeat. With that, I went downstairs for a piece of chocolate. So much for my Pulitzer Prize.

One of my housemates saw that I was possibly suicidal and tried to cheer me up. "You can re-write it. It'll be better the next time."

I shrugged off his cheer and optimism. He saw me ignore his words of encouragement, so he added, "Ah. The blog probably sucked anyway."

I laughed.

I never tried to re-write what I had intended to post today. Instead, my afternoon included a much-needed nap and cleaning my room. Sometimes things don't go as planned, reminding me to be flexible and to laugh at myself every now and then.

I'd like to propose a toast: "'To the one that got away'".

Happy Friday, my friends.