... cross posted from our sister site, NYC Moms Blog.
My hard drive crashed this week, and I feel like I've been enlisted in a detox and recovery program without my consent. If I could take it in for immediate repair I would do so, but instead we had to schedule an appointment days out with the Apple store, and it's likely that an actual repair could take even longer.
The first 24 hours were the worst. I paced around, fueled by nervous energy. I couldn't stop thinking about getting online. Just for five minutes--just a little hit. You know, long enough to tell my online communities why I'm suddenly out of reach. I walked aimlessly through my apartment wondering, What is it that I do, exactly? That is, when I'm not tweeting or checking and replying to email, or writing articles and blog posts.
I had no idea.