Marcela's Musing

With a swipe of a key, I wiped out all my drafts and sent mail messages from IMAP as I proceeded to let pop mail download onto my computer. Too late now--realizing there go most of the messages I've sent in the past year, to job places, to my project teammates, the break-down message I sent to David after thinking he was bashing me and I got really upset. The drafts of messages I had meant to respond to, but simply hadn't gotten around to yet. Gone now, without the record of having responded. I had also gotten into the habit of saving interesting tidbits and information as drafts. Regretting not backing up and switching to popmail sooner so that I could have not had to deal with the sense of loss. Feel sad somehow. Now it's simply going to look like I never read or answered my messages--they're all showing up as new. I guess I should have checked over things first, but it's done now and with the rush to finish everything, not much time to regret it. I'm not only a packrat in real life, but I've become a digital packrat too.I guess the fire made me resigned to the fact that things aren't permanent and memories are what count more than physical (or in this case virtual reminders). I'm actually ready to move on with my life, but not having a clear idea of where I'm going next is frustrating. In the end, it's probably better to clear out clutter quickly without wasting too much time. Otherwise things simply won't get done...

Update: Wow--it turns out that several folders just showed up with drafts and sent mail so the patron saint of computer users must have listened to me. :) Yay!