Infuriated

My MacBookPro (vintage 2012) infuriates me.

Not, used to infuriate me – not, infuriates me some times.

All the time.

It’s so slow it’s best for me to make a cup of tea in between keystrokes.

I’m not interested in complaining. Un-inclined to rant. Not given to bile. None of those tension-relieving releases does my emotional health good.

Where would I be without patience?

For the last two years my laptop has been a ‘godsend’ – it has been teaching me patience every day. Continuous coaching.

Be mindful Paul. Take it easy Paul. Breathe my friend. Stay calm, this is a gift of an opportunity to be in the moment, to notice your being – thoughts, feelings, imaginations. Watch your being float by – as if froth on a flowing stream of river water.

I’m fortunate to have such a lousy computer. It’s helped me achieve what I have achieved. Without it, I’d have achieved so much more that I would have been vulnerable to hubris. This bloody machine has kept me safe.

He’s done his job. Soon it’ll be good to put him out to grass, bury him with honours & relief.

And welcome his replacement. I trust she’ll have a smile on her face.