Gone

It's a weird feeling, losing (almost) all of your digital data. It's as special as the physical. So many thoughts, so much of my life--there, and now...gone!

Today I was talking with a friend--we've journeyed together for 6 years, and usually, in our weekly chats, I take notes. But...they are gone.

Yesterday I realized--those documents--where I had started to jot down ideas for "the book" I may someday write ... gone!

Of course I already know about the huge chunks--all the photos (no, I still have some), documents, work items, personal...

But I wonder how many small specific things will come to mind, where I'll feel that/those moments of pain, loss, because it's... gone.

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Should I stop with acknowledging the above? It's real.

And yet I also acknowledge the journey of finding freedom from the stuff that binds. I've had too much clutter--physical AND digital. The task of sorting through and organizing, has been an always-there burden. And now that too, is gone.

I can start anew, clutter-free, and realize how much I really don't/didn't need.

So many things, I may not have the records, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. memories, are enough.

(written Nov. 11, 2018, published Aug. 2019)