As you may know, I’ve been writing a piece that I hope to have published alongside other scholars in a book about social media and women of color. Unfortunately, I haven’t been working as diligently or consistently as I know I could be so I used a portion of the recent holiday break to get ahead.
I usually work in bursts of energy so I have to let myself go with the flow when the urge comes along. One day during the break, I opened up a blank Word document and just started typing away. I loved the direction that I was going in so I titled that document using the word “FINAL” meaning that anything else I wrote would need to be added into that particular document to be submitted as my final draft. A couple of weeks went by, the break ended, and I returned to work. I got so caught up in planning for my students and the spring semester that I didn’t open up that “final” document for several days. Then, when I got that burst of energy again I immediately went to my laptop to begin recording my ideas. But low and behold, I couldn’t open the document. According to the dialogue box that kept popping up, the file – my final draft – was now corrupt and unable to be opened. In simpler terms, the final draft that I had begun working on is gone forever. After frantically downloading every recovery software I could find online, I
cried and gave up. Even though I still have plenty of information written down and in other documents, I hated that all those pages of good ideas had been deleted. But I don’t believe in coincidences and I see everything as a sign. Maybe all of those good ideas weren’t great enough. Probably not because since having to start over, my chapter has taken a different direction that I’m much more excited about; and I would’ve never gotten to this point if I hadn’t been stopped dead in my tracks.
I know that this is a great opportunity that should be taken very seriously. It will require the type of dedication that makes you work on it little by little every day, not just in spurts. Losing that document made me realize that I have some serious work to do and maybe I wouldn’t have appreciated this opportunity as much if I hadn’t had all that work get deleted. Maybe I would’ve continued to procrastinate and ultimately submit a final piece that was less than excellent. Starting over sucks but nothing can light a fire under your butt like having everything stripped from you. And once that fire is lit, you’ll work harder than ever to make up for where you once were. This corrupt file made me realize that sometimes you have to hit rock bottom to appreciate the beauty of the mountain top.