A Series of Unexpected Events

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A little over a week ago, I decided to update the operating system on my fairly old computer — doing this only because it was required to run some new software for music production. Stubbornly ignoring the pit in my stomach that it wasn't going to go well, I jumped and went for it.

I watched the update bar move slowly for a bit, then went to bed. (They say sometimes you need to let these things run overnight, since it can take awhile... whoever "they" is...). In the morning, there it was. Exactly at the 30% mark at which I'd left it. Right away I knew.

That pit in my stomach was correct, and this had not gone well.

I immediately jumped on my phone (thank Spirit for having another way to access the internet!) and started looking for answers to troubleshoot. Since I'm a pretty computer-savvy person, I've historically been able to work through solutions to things like this on my own.

Roughly 4 hours later however, and with a lot more discomfort in my belly, I came to the conclusion that there was no solution I felt safe proceeding with — nothing I could do that wouldn't cause me to lose a bunch of recent important data. My computer was stuck in limbo.

So I sat. Contemplating...

My mind was a flurry, scanning through all the design work, music files, and writing that could potentially be lost, feeling anxious about not being able to get to time-sensitive client work, having the tiniest of panics about potentially having to buy a whole new computer (an investment I wasn't prepared to make), and slowly swirling down into a hole of self-shaming because I had not backed up my hard drive immediately prior to running this update. TOTAL rookie move.

So I sucked it up and made an appointment at the Apple store Genius Bar (the nearest one being almost 3 hours away in Albuquerque) for the next day. In the interim, I allowed myself to move through the challenging feelings & frustrations, and ultimately came to a place of resolve about trusting whatever happens, and knowing there was obviously a reason I was supposed to go to ABQ.

I’ve come to learn and know there is always a reason for unexpected events.

During my time at the Apple store, I was helped by multiple kind people — it started with Mark, the “Genius” who was helping me recover my data. As the backup ran, I asked if he could show me the latest version of my laptop. I knew probably sometime this year I’d need to go ahead and upgrade — wasn’t stoked about the potential forced upgrade, yet I wanted to prepare myself and see what my options were.

To gauge the best machine for me, Mark asked me about the work I do. Upon sharing that I am an artist & musician and about what software I use, he showed me some options and said, “Take a look at these, I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later a sales person approached and said, “Mark tells me you make music! I do too!” We got to chatting, and I learned that she is also a Yoga teacher! We migrated back to the Genius Bar, and as most of my data (thank goodness) was backing up to my external hard drive, she and I dove straight into a spiritual conversation about self-expression, healing, and the call the create.

NOW I knew why I was supposed to come here (aside from the sickening lesson about backing up...) — to connect with this special person!

I experienced a clear feeling during our chat that my soul knew this gal.

I felt, we will be friends, and even a strong likelihood that we may eventually collaborate musically. This meeting was the reason the update was meant to get botched. This meeting was why I had to surrender to giving two days to accomplishing nothing else other than driving back and forth to Albuquerque. This meeting was the gift that always comes out of unexpected events.

I had BIG plans early last week for important community emails, and several other important work tasks that I fell behind on. The remainder of the week threw me into a stressful game of catch-up, and recovery/rebuilding of my computer, having lost many important notes, along with my entire font library and essential design software, and countless other random little things that I'll never be able to get back. In truth, it's still a little nauseating. And yet I know...

There's nothing else to do in these situations other than practice detachment — detachment and gratitude.

Most of life exists in the practice of these two things.

Miracles occur naturally as responses to the presence of Love. When we choose to be available to possibility, when we trust there is a purpose in all events, we place ourselves in the frequency of Love, and it is there where miracles happen. Remain detached. Allow for the possibility of a miracle. Express your gratitude. It's a pretty solid formula.

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