I learned some hard lessons last week.

When I get really busy, stressed and rushed, I make really BIG mistakes. Like, do a complete system restore on my computer to fix a bug… a restore that returned my computer back to the factory settings. Which would have been fine IF I had properly backed-up my hard drive (which I didn’t.) And I’m keeping it real, I fell to my knees and cried when I realized the videos of baby Blake were gone. 

Grief hurts like nothing else. 

In the midst of my despair, a couple of friends would not let me accept that the videos were lost forever. I resisted their comments at first. I was like, “Stop. It. REALLY, they are.”  

I think that’s when I was kidnapped by aliens, because Friday, I found myself at Best Buy, talking to a member of the Geek Sqaud. Before I knew it, I was scanning my debit card for $60 to have my computer shipped off to a team of experts who can apparently find data that mere mortals have “deleted.”

I do have faith in their abilities, although I’m going to remain cautiously optimistic. Perhaps they’ll find my videos behind some trap door in my hard drive. Perhaps it will cost eleventy million dollars to retrieve. Who knows? But at least I’m doing something.

When I lost the videos, I told myself my memories are constant. I remembered that I am gifted with the ability to write, and one day I’ll be able to share those stories with Blake. I told myself cherished moments are recorded each time I’m fully present, awake and engaged in my life. And I still believe that.

But I also believe if I feel strongly about something, I must take action. I believe in chasing pavements, even if it ultimately, it leads “no where.” I don’t need too many ”things” but if there is a chance some geek can recover my videos, well then, I have to try.

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