So….that’s my laptop in the photo above. Let me tell you about last Friday.
It was a decent day. My son had half a day of school. I didn’t have too much work on my plate. I had gotten a lot of writing done at the laundromat earlier. All was well.
I’m sitting at my desk looking over the menu of a restaurant my son and I were going to try. My husband was helping out family so he wasn’t going to be around for dinner. That’s typically when my son and I will try something new.
I picked up my laptop and was walking into the living room with it, like I have done a million times before. My elbow caught part of a door and it happened. Like some slow-motion part of a movie.
It was maybe two seconds in reality, but as I watched it, it was around twenty. The laptop, falling...falling...falling…
It hits the floor.
The screen shatters. Well, yes and no. It shatters in only the way an LCD laptop screen can shatter.
And I yell the only word that comes to my mind: SHIT.
All the positivity for the day, all the happiness for the joy of the weekend, all the excitement of spending a fun evening with my son crashed at that moment.
Form upstairs my son heard me and asked if I was all right. I paused. And said No. Well, yes. I’m all right physically.
I just wanted to cry. I wanted to stomp my feet. Shake my fist in the air. Yell to the world that this was BS and I didn’t deserve it. Eat an ice cream sundae. Go to bed.
But what good is that going to do? Crying isn’t going to make everything better.
Throwing a tantrum and sobbing just means I’ve wasted time when I could have been solving my problem. Maybe it would have felt good for a second, throwing a little pity party. But in the end, my screen would still be shattered and I’d still have a problem.
So - I told myself the one thing that I had to tell myself: Suck it up, Andrea.
Crude? Sure. Harsh? Maybe. Honest? Definitely.
No one but me and my actions were going to fix the laptop problem. And so, I sucked it up. I swallowed the pity party, and moved into problem-solving mode. And two hours later, my son and I had a nice road trip with subs, a potential fix, and fresh from the conveyor belt Krispy Kreme donuts in our bellies. (Not a bad resolution!)
Sometimes you just have to keep going. Keep moving. You’re going to stumble. You’re going to fall. You’re going to drop your laptop and shatter the screen. You can be angry, but don’t stop moving. Don’t stop solving the problems. And it might take a couple of tries. The first fix didn’t work. So I came up with a second one, and that one worked. (And now I know how to repair laptop screens - so please, ask me if it ever happens to you!)
And don’t forget to give yourself a Krispy Kreme as a reward, too.
Frankie and Andrea take turns sharing stories. Just good talk over a cup of coffee.