A Loss... And the Aftermath

A few days ago, some file in my operating system got corrupted and I was forced to restore the operating system. Needless to say, I lost all my data files including a lot of stored photos I cannot recover and miscellaneous journals and pieces of writing, also lost forever. Strangely, given my present situation, I didn't feel an overwhelming sense of loss. In fact, I felt strangely liberated, like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

I am at the other end of one of those transitional periods in life. I have settled into being someone who is in his sixties. I am trying to reconcile all the good things that come with being 61 with the various attitudes and possessions that go with being someone who is younger. Frankly, I am really willing to give up the angst that goes with "trying to make something of my life." That particular pursuit, I have discovered, too often falls under the heading of be careful what you wish for, because you might just get it. So often, it is never exactly what we thought that something would be... and usually just a touch disappointing.

Anyway, back to the subject of loss. It then occurred to me that I had not really lost everything, because so much of what I had gone through since the auto accident in January of 07 had been saved here in my blog. No matter what I had lost, I still had the good memories of things past. More importantly, I am making new memories. Besides, it is better to be living in the moment than standing on the side of the road reflecting on the life going by.