It’s never gonna happen but when you are hit with a major digital failure it’s always good to where your data is.
Despite having a fairly robust set-up it’s really hard to stay focused and not succumb to the emotional inconvenience of an IT failure. It always happens when you are busy, traveling and distracted with real life. Individuals seldom practice the scenario and companies are on high alert standby to fleece you of any hard earning monies to fix the issue.
“everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth”. Mike Tyson
It’s been over a year since my last tooth extraction. It took two burly male dentists to get those sucker teeth out of my head. Leading up to the operation the pain was so bad I couldn’t think or walk properly. I cried daily to myself.
The memory pain faded pretty fast as I pushed it deep in the past…but sometimes it’s good to remember the pain, learn from the pain.
What the “bleep-bleep” is that for?
You ruined my life and I hate myself for allowing it to happen, I failed with blunt indecision but not anymore. Rationalisation comes with plenty of unintended consequences, no more playground fun, no more “why” questions and it’s all so quiet now.
I’ve started on a new study path that will take me 6 to 8 months to complete. After that, it’ll be academically satisfied for till 2020.
I jumped back into Tom Clancy’s The Division after seeing that one of my high talent streamers was in the early ranks. Joining a squad is the best way to succeed in this title and even though I have fairly decent guns and gear it felt like I was being carried up the Dark Zone ranks.
There are so many areas IRL that I need to be carried.
At times the sheer weight of being the decision maker all the time is simply too much. I gladly followed the squad leader into battle and occasionally performed well enough for team mission success. Back IRL I’m using new strategies and staying healthy.
Tom Clancy’s The Division – trying to avoid getting melted
I promptly starting preparing for the Monday morning blitz on my senses. I found myself delaying the morning commute and slowing packing my mobile office for relocation but wait….it’ Sunday. I haven’t spoken to a real-life person in 48 hours and the curtains have been drawn throwing out my perception of time.
My devices confirm, Yes, it is Sunday but I’m dreading Monday. Dreading having to see people, talk, explain, attend meetings, reason and give my opinion on anything. Second-hand bereavement, like group bereavement, is a stealth problem that creeps up on you. When Timothy Hampton died, 1 day before my birthday, I was sent into a downward swirl of unjustified grief. I had so many reasons to be happy yet this unexplained tragic death forced me to deny my very existence.
Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice wakes the voice in your head.
Almost 9 years later the overwhelming emotions of second-hand loss are here again. It’s like I don’t deserve to be sad, after all it wasn’t my Loved One, yet the feeling is here as real as anything and nobody knows it but me.
I found a few opinions on the stages of bereavement so hope I can fast track to Acceptance and hope soon.
Absolute denial
Pain & guilt
Anger & bargaining
"depression", reflection, loneliness
Turning point – Clearing out
Reconstructing your Life
Acceptance & hope
…and I failed to see my long-time friend before he died of Cancer.
The reasons for failure are never easy to accept and we are told to learn from the experience. I let excuses, superficial barriers and distractions taint my objectives and this is clearly only my fault.
RIP My Network guru…I will never forget you.
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