My hard drive crashed at work. It not only took a nose dive but it literally jumped off Mt. Everest. No other computers even recognize that it exists so the IT staff are sending it off to an outfit that can hopefully work magic and get back all of my files. We have a back up system but for some reason only a part of my hard drive was backed up. Like the commercial says, "Life comes at you fast".
Now that I'm back on land and this has happened, I'm ready to get back to sea. Maybe I'm running. That's a possibility for sure. Just not wanting to face up to a lot of things right now. I've got that restless feeling that tells me that I'm not fitting into my own skin well and something is eating at me. Maybe it's feeling overwhelmed from being back. Maybe it's being tired still. Maybe it's the damn hard drive. Maybe it's my relationship with my SO. Maybe it's because I did a draft outline for my anniversary sharing. For whatever reason, I'm not accepting life on life's terms very well today.
I'm not sure where the unrest is coming from, just that it's there. I feel as if I have unfinished business that I need to complete and things that need to be put right in my soul. I know that my internal hard drive isn't broken entirely. I'm hoping that it just needs a reboot.