You know the one. That moment when your itchy trigger finger hit the wrong button. And all your writing is lost.
I just had one.
And my zen slipped slightly for a minute.
It was good. Really good. I enjoyed writing it, I enjoyed reading it. I was just tweaking something, when I slipped, and in my new blog space, I irretrievably binned more than half of it.
After I gasped as if I was asthmatic, and inwardly winced, like a wincy, wincer could wince. (I don't know what one of these is - but you get the general picture) I realised something important...
Everything is perfect.
There is a reason why you are reading this, and not reading my other shiny, beautiful blog post. I don't know that reason yet - suffice to say - if it hasn't remained here, it wasn't meant to. (argh though, argh)
Maybe I was underselling myself? Perhaps I wasn't offering enough?
Perhaps I was blinding you with science, when you could all do with a night off.
Whatever it is - I'm breathing again now - it's perfect and I look forward to it showing up in some way with a message that is relevant for me.