Fail

๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ 16, 2021

I experienced a classic fail today at work.  I spent hours working on a project that needed to be done by Sunday and had finally gotten it to the place where I just needed to make a few final revisions.  I brought up another file I had open and clicked on the closure X in the upper right-hand corner.  Much to my surprise both files closed and even though I had made changes, neither asked me if I wanted to save them.  No problem.  This is the reason we spend money every month for extra storage in the Cloud.  I also knew from experience that my file History would have earlier copies of the file I could bring up and replace if I needed.  When I opened my History it only showed one version of the file, and that was the one I opened when I began work on the document.  To make matters worse, the AutoSave for the document had somehow turned off and the updates I assumed were being copied did not exist.  After trying several other ways to access the deleted document I finally closed my computer and left the office.  I figured I could be frustrated later just as easily as I was now.

I had several errands that needed done so I took a leisurely trip back to the city.  I mailed a package at the shipping store, returned some batteries I no longer needed, and then made my way to the box store to get gas.  Since all these stops were on the same street it made a nice loop as I checked off one item after the next.  Since I was at the box store, I decided to go inside and browse and then pick up a hot dog on the way out.  I meandered around the store not finding anything I โ€œneededโ€, and finally stopped at the counter for my dog.  Rather than taking the dog to my car I decided to sit at one of the tables.  I remembered they had changed the brand of hotdogs served to another brand that is not as good, and this one had set in the bun for too long waiting to be eaten.  I felt like this was another fail.

As I drove home, I passed one of the lakes I like to fish and decided this might be a good time to try my luck.  The weather had turned warm into the 70โ€™sF and I thought it might have gotten the fish moving back along the shore.  I broke out my fly rod and tied on one of the trout magnets that have been so effective lately.  As I prepared to cast, I noticed a man staring at several birds in the top of a tree.  I identified him as a birder by the binoculars he had around his neck.  When I asked, he said while he had not seen many birds, he was from Florida so just being in a new place was interesting.  His comment was, โ€œIt is never a bad day when you are in nature spending time looking for birds.โ€  When he asked how the fishing was, I told him I had not gotten any bites, but โ€œIt is never a bad day when you are in nature spending time fishing.โ€  Both of us had experienced a fail, but somehow it did not matter.

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต๐˜๐˜€:  When I was growing up the way you wore your hair identified you as part of a group.  There were crew cuts, neatly trimmed longer lengths, and the long hair popularized by the Beatles.  Seeing someone with the same length of hair created an affinity and brought a willingness to engage in conversation.  Now that I am older, I have other markers that identify me with a group.  The man with the binoculars identified him as a birder and my fishing pole identified me as a fisher person, and this sparked a willingness to engage in conversation.  While I never learned his name, in a short span I learned where he was from and why he was here.  Both being birders created a quick bond and something to talk about.  We can find similar bonds with strangers if we look for them.  Finding those bonds is what creates unity rather than division.  Do the work.  Change is coming and it starts with you.

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