In a move that could only fall under the category of “HFS!”, I lost an entire database this weekend.
I was in the process of entering gigs for our local blues society and was well into the 200′s (that’s a lot of emails and data entry) when everything went crazy. Now, keep in mind, this had taken me days of work because of the old back. For me to lose everything was adding insult to injury, you know?
So there I sat, on the verge of tears. The database with all the bands and venues – GONE. All the new stuff I’d added? GONE.
Normally, I’d just throw on a CD and let the music ease my troubled mind. So I did. While I waited for another database to be emailed to me, I thought about how much joy working with the blues society has brought me. I’ve become reacquainted with an old friend, made many new friends, and listened to some fabulous music. Getting involved has provided me with a great deal of comfort while I’ve been stuck in my holding pattern.
The database was finally emailed to me, I reconstructed everything (except possibly…one lost event), my supply of Vicodin has diminished a bit, but I feel pretty good about getting it done on time. In addition to all that, I had enough energy and clarity to include a “note” for the month. All on time.
To add to my delight for the day, I took a short drive out to see my artist buddy. In the short time since I was last there, he’s managed to complete several paintings, framed his first gallery showing poster (it’s a work of art itself), did a local art show, and, the angel that he is, he showed some of my photos to people who know people, if you know what I mean. The feedback was very positive.
As I was talking to another friend last night, I mentioned how many positive things have happened for me since I hurt my back. I’m beginning to believe this injury might be more of a blessing than a curse. Only time will tell, right?
So, after all my frustration and anxiety over the calendar this weekend, things turned out rather pleasant. The majority of it related to my love of music and my involvement with this group. For a change, I felt damn good. Sometimes it takes a major “HFS” moment to help you put things into perspective and make you appreciate all the gifts you can find if you choose to open yourself to them. Damn. I may ride this high for a few days yet. I’m in fine spirits for a change. It’s about time, too.
So, yeah, the blues makes me feel so good.