This resonates deeply. Thank you for sharing. It’s painful and loss cannot be replaced. I felt the experience like a shattering - and then noticed, after time, there was a way to see it as if it were a crystal bowl that had broken. The light caught the odd tiny spark and glimmer. And that let new things happen. It was essential to let the light in. Ans start again. Lessons about saving work learned (double save everything - to a cloud account and back up to a usb/hard drive). But also about letting go. There’s a beauty in impermanence. But for now, sending good vibes to hold you in all those shattering feelings.
Ahhh Nina. Thank you for your beautiful words. It is indeed essential to let the light in through the cracks, and these lessons have been learned what feels like a thousand times over in the past few hours. I was able to save some of my writing after all; nowhere near close to all, but some, and I'm thankful for that at least. it was painfully disheartening to be reminded how quickly the things we take for granted can shift like quicksand. You are right about the beauty in impermanence, though, and if I wasn't already convinced that the Universe was ushering me into a new era of my life, it seems even more clear now that I'm meant to leave some of these things—and really the version of myself who published those words—behind.
Oh nooo! I am so sorry. That’s such a gut punch. A few months ago I was finally beginning to compile and edit photos from the last five years of opening a business, eight cross country road trips, and a six month stint in Japan...and my external hard drive crashed. I had no idea what was lost, what got saved in some paranoid duplicating I had done as a half assed back up...and I still don’t really know. I walked away, too afraid to look. I’m pretty sure some images are in ten different places and others are gone forever and I don’t even know where to begin.
Thank you for the kind words, Tami 💓 it was such a shock... and even though I was able to salvage some (very few) of my articles, and the gut punch feeling has receded somewhat— I'm nursing a simmering anger at the way it was handled/there was no warning of any kind that this was about to occur.
"The internet is forever," except for when you want it to be, apparently!
Not the hard drive crash :( this happened to me on an old phone that was somehow not backed up to iCloud and it was the absolute worst. It's so so wrenching to lose years of photos/memories like that. I'm sorry 🙏🏼
I am so sorry this happened to you. I have not experienced this, but I have had work pirated and not attributed to me, which is also awful. I have no words of comfort, I wish I did. It is loss, and grief, and takes time to work through. I hope it passes quickly, so you can redirect your mind to creating wonderful new words in the not too distant future. Meanwhile, hooray for Substack! In 11 years of online writing, Substack for me has been the best and most enjoyable space in which to write.💕
Thank you, Ali 💓 and that does sound fucking awful. I'm sorry to hear that happened to you, too. Your words did bring me comfort, though, and thankfully I was actually able to salvage some of my work, albeit not enough of it. I'm still shaken, but if anything this has only motivated me further to stay creating on here. I'm with you that Substack is the best space yet. I feel safe here, and seen.
Were you a Livejournal or Diaryland person in the early aughts? There are times when Substack deeply reminds me of Livejournal. Kind comments like these are so appreciated. xx
This resonates deeply. Thank you for sharing. It’s painful and loss cannot be replaced. I felt the experience like a shattering - and then noticed, after time, there was a way to see it as if it were a crystal bowl that had broken. The light caught the odd tiny spark and glimmer. And that let new things happen. It was essential to let the light in. Ans start again. Lessons about saving work learned (double save everything - to a cloud account and back up to a usb/hard drive). But also about letting go. There’s a beauty in impermanence. But for now, sending good vibes to hold you in all those shattering feelings.
Ahhh Nina. Thank you for your beautiful words. It is indeed essential to let the light in through the cracks, and these lessons have been learned what feels like a thousand times over in the past few hours. I was able to save some of my writing after all; nowhere near close to all, but some, and I'm thankful for that at least. it was painfully disheartening to be reminded how quickly the things we take for granted can shift like quicksand. You are right about the beauty in impermanence, though, and if I wasn't already convinced that the Universe was ushering me into a new era of my life, it seems even more clear now that I'm meant to leave some of these things—and really the version of myself who published those words—behind.
Oh nooo! I am so sorry. That’s such a gut punch. A few months ago I was finally beginning to compile and edit photos from the last five years of opening a business, eight cross country road trips, and a six month stint in Japan...and my external hard drive crashed. I had no idea what was lost, what got saved in some paranoid duplicating I had done as a half assed back up...and I still don’t really know. I walked away, too afraid to look. I’m pretty sure some images are in ten different places and others are gone forever and I don’t even know where to begin.
Thank you for the kind words, Tami 💓 it was such a shock... and even though I was able to salvage some (very few) of my articles, and the gut punch feeling has receded somewhat— I'm nursing a simmering anger at the way it was handled/there was no warning of any kind that this was about to occur.
"The internet is forever," except for when you want it to be, apparently!
Not the hard drive crash :( this happened to me on an old phone that was somehow not backed up to iCloud and it was the absolute worst. It's so so wrenching to lose years of photos/memories like that. I'm sorry 🙏🏼
I am so sorry this happened to you. I have not experienced this, but I have had work pirated and not attributed to me, which is also awful. I have no words of comfort, I wish I did. It is loss, and grief, and takes time to work through. I hope it passes quickly, so you can redirect your mind to creating wonderful new words in the not too distant future. Meanwhile, hooray for Substack! In 11 years of online writing, Substack for me has been the best and most enjoyable space in which to write.💕
Thank you, Ali 💓 and that does sound fucking awful. I'm sorry to hear that happened to you, too. Your words did bring me comfort, though, and thankfully I was actually able to salvage some of my work, albeit not enough of it. I'm still shaken, but if anything this has only motivated me further to stay creating on here. I'm with you that Substack is the best space yet. I feel safe here, and seen.
Were you a Livejournal or Diaryland person in the early aughts? There are times when Substack deeply reminds me of Livejournal. Kind comments like these are so appreciated. xx
Fuck. The way my heart just sank... really sorry to hear that. ❤️🩹 I'm sending it back, love!