We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.
~ Will Durant
I’m guardedly optimistic that I’m nearing the end of the technology battle I’ve been engaged in. Last night, as a pasta sauce made with this year’s tomatoes simmered on the stove, from down in the woman rose a celebratory woo hoo! as I opened my recovered Lightroom catalog and successfully linked it to my recovered photos.
It was a magical moment worthy of the dance performed when I came upstairs to stir the sauce a few minutes later. Worthy too of a second performance, ungraceful and contorted but oh-so-joyful, later in the evening.
Today, additional recovery, tidying up and sorting; and getting a cloud backup set up in addition to the two external drives that are fallible and don’t like to be dropped.
I feel the call of routine and habit as I prepare to put this behind and return to more enjoyable pursuits.
Not-so-simple happy.
Yes, simple things in life should make us dance a jig. But then, technology only makes me dance a jig when my son takes the time to fix all the messes I create…and he does it with an almost outright smile. (Not sure if that’s in frustration or the pure joy of helping Mom once again. I’ll take the latter.) Thanks for sharing your dance-worthy moment with me.