In January, after realizing it had been several months since I’d received an automatic notification about available updates, I checked my laptop and discovered there were updates pending. So, I clicked download and install. The process began. Then ended; the mission, abandoned. I tried several more times but it wouldn’t complete the request. Mentioning this to a loved one—someone much more knowledgeable than myself when it comes to these things, loved one proved to be unhelpful; “maybe you need to get a new laptop.” Adding the suggestion to my mental list of things future me would look into when there were funds for it, in-the-moment-me did that thing where one proceeds to keep doing the same thing over and over again, hoping for a different outcome, only to end up with multiple experiences of the exact same initial outcome. After a few days of experimenting with this approach, I gave up. I decided, since I’m still able to use the laptop, let’s keep using it until I get a clear, unmistakable sign I need to figure out another plan.
Today, 15 days into the new month of February, I was on my laptop when I noticed the automatic notification that updates were available. Dear Reader, the last time I’d received that notification was circa last spring. I felt hope stretch its wings a little in my chest. Maybe this time??? π€ I clicked on the little orange ball in front of the monitor icon; restart now, please! The process began. A message flashed up on the screen stating this might take some time. And it did. But I didn’t mind; hope’s wings were now fully outstretched, awaiting the signal to take flight and soar! When the laptop finally restarted, I manually checked for updates. I found several pending—in addition to the two unsuccessful ones from January. Selecting download and install, I then sat back, my eyes tracking the various countdowns. When all installations registered at 100%, I restarted the laptop. When it came on, I checked again to see if there were any pending updates. None! In my mind, I threw a fist up in the air (like in the last frame of The Breakfast Club), and triumph, formerly known as hope, was now perched on my other shoulder, wings outstretched, feathers ablaze and backlit from an unidentifiable light source. I felt great!