Lately, life has felt a little off in the smallest, most unexpected way.
My computer broke.
It wasn’t dramatic or sudden—it just… stopped working the way it was supposed to. It shut down, restarted itself a few times, and then stayed on a black screen like it had nothing left to say. I sat there for a while, hoping it would come back on, like if I waited long enough everything would fix itself.
But it didn’t.
I ended up unplugging it and deciding to throw it away, which felt heavier than I expected. It’s strange how something so ordinary can quietly become part of your routine—something you rely on without really thinking about it. And then when it’s gone, you feel the gap it leaves behind.
It’s been frustrating in a practical way, too. I can’t game the way I wanted to, especially with Brandon (my partner), and that’s been one of the harder parts. It’s not just about the computer—it’s about the little moments I was looking forward to sharing.
At the same time, I’ve been trying to shift how I see it.
Maybe this is just a pause. Not everything needs to be immediately replaced or fixed right away. I still have my iMac, and even though it’s not the same, it’s enough for now. Enough to write, to think, to slow down a little.
I think I’ve been learning—slowly—that not everything has to go according to plan for things to still be okay.
For now, I’m just letting things be a little quieter. A little slower.
And maybe that’s not such a bad thing. 🤍
