Day 73 will forever go down in infamy, at least in my eyes. I woke up this morning with the goal of getting stuff done and making the most of the daylight hours before I had to head into the city and further onto Balmain for a night of pub trivia goodness. Only, I didn’t expect technology to bite me in the ass.
My plan was to write about the resourcefulness of long-term travelers, and my day 73 photo was going to be perfect. It was of me, sitting in my red bean bag chair (a substitute for a couch) with my yellow tank-top (gift from my mother) while sewing up a giant hole in one of my sweaters. I am the queen of resourceful, and I got a photo of it going down… more like 5 of them.
This morning, though, when I put that little memory card into my computer and opened the folder, it locked up. I had to try to reinsert the memory card, but *gasp* those photos were no longer there!
I checked all the folders, put the card back in the camera, but still those glorious photos from day 73 were gone.
After venting on Facebook, I learned that the photos might still be hiding on my memory card, so I found a program that was to search for things like that and still… no photos. Instead, I was met with images from months ago, such as our trips to the Gold Coast and Magnetic Island, but nothing… absolutely nothing from day 73. Oh, and there were images on there that were 100% overwritten. I’m going to say that — with my luck — those were the prized photos from yesterday.
I told myself to not panic; it’s only a photo. I thought that maybe I would try to recreate the photo this morning, but it just didn’t feel right. And, now I’m here, with no daily photo and potentially an empty hole in my daily photo project for the year, and worse, my soul.
But is it really all that bad to miss one day?
I remember watching an episode of King of the Hill where Bobby went on and on about how the mole on Cindy Crawford’s cheek was not an imperfection, but part of what made her beautiful. No, I don’t have a daily photo for day 73, but I have a good reason, and maybe even a little bit of a story to tell because of it, and it could be this imperfection that sets this day apart.
It’s like in travel where when things go wrong other doors are possibly opened. One of my favorite memories from my study abroad adventure was on the final day we were all together (the group I went with). We had plans that needed us all to be at the airport at a certain time. Well, that morning, we overslept — all of us — and it resulted in one of those Amazing Race runs to the train station and all the way to the train that would take us at the last possible minutes to our various flights.
It was completely and utterly stressful and tiring, but it worked out, making us all feel amazing in the end, like we had conquered some giant mountain.
Some of the best experiences and opportunities come when plans go awry. If that is true of my missed day 73 photo, I’m not sure yet… but I’m not going to let it get me down.