When is the last time you had four uninterrupted hours to work on a project? If your life is anything like mine, you can't remember.
My anxiety had been building all week after I agreed to teach a course in the fall, meaning that I'd have to start planning a syllabus just as I entered the busiest time of year in my full-time job. To help preserve my sanity, my husband took Bud out for the afternoon on Saturday and I spent four focused hours in front of the computer planning the class and building a syllabus. By the time they got home I felt great, and though I still needed to do some revision I was suddenly anxiety-free. I took yesterday off, and this morning I decided to look at the document again with fresh eyes.
I won't get into the technical minutiae of what went awry in the downloading (but, clearly, not uploading) of files from my college account. I will just leave you with the most salient details:
Every single bit of work I did, every word I typed, every reading I identified, every assignment I constructed:
It no longer exists.
Four hours. Four rare, coveted, productive hours.
I do have something to show for it, though: my anxiety has returned, and it's better than ever.