Just recently, I tried to reorganize files on my MacBook. In trying to find the right platform for writing, and keeping that writing organized, I realized I should have been using Google Docs all along. For some reason— (SHOOT ME NOW) I installed One Drive some years back, thinking I needed more cloud backup. And I’ve been wrestling with it, trying to figure out just where in the hell my files are stored on my Mac and NOT in One Drive.
I’ll readily admit to being not organized… I now feel like my Mac could be compared to a hoarder’s home, and somehow I’ve always managed to find my way around all these years. But time has a way of teaching us a lesson, and I’ve made some big mistakes as I’ve shuffled around the piles and waded through the mess.
In my brilliance I decide to uninstall One Drive and move my files to Google Docs. And now — most of my files— yes, all THOSE files, the writing, the memoir, the memories, the essays, the poetry— will not open.
So today is a day of stomach cramps, shallow breathing, shaky fingers, burning questions and dark thoughts. I KNOW that somehow I can recover all this stuff. (PLEASE GOD 🙏) I do have an external backup hard drive. And I just made an appointment at the Genius Bar tomorrow (thank the Apple gods!!) I’m envisioning many hours upcoming that will be spent working clearing out, rearranging, going to the dump, and drinking vodka. As for the writing— well, at least I can be assured that my Substack drafts are safe.
Please wish me luck, and I’ll gladly accept prayers and any advice you can offer up as I begin this healing tech journey. 😳 gahhh…
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This is what I say, almost every day, FUCK! my oldest daughter used to work for me and I have not found someone as diligent and tech savy as here, now she has a full time job. I totally get this
"In my brilliance I decide to uninstall One Drive and move my files to Google Docs. And now — most of my files— yes, all THOSE files, the writing, the memoir, the memories, the essays, the poetry— will not open"
And say I know it feels fuckernuckles right now and do believe a solution will present itself — some younger person who grew up in cyberspace perhaps....
Sending you a huge hug of deep breathe while you feel it all.
Never fear, there’s a knowledgeable millennial that’s gonna straighten this out for you toot sweet.