I’ve been at home this morning awaiting the delivery of a new computer. My old computer is a 33 GB PC that I bought in 2004 and have used up. The computer is literally full. Last year, it got full and ran so badly that it sometimes took three or four minutes to open a simple Word document. When that happened, I started researching new computers and talking to the computer guy at my old firm, and he saved me. He doctored the computer a bit and deleted off of it the pre-installed program files I didn’t need and never used, and cleared up so much space that it worked beautifully, almost like a new machine, for a while.
But here again, it has started to lag.
For the last four or five months, I’ve been looking for additional excess files to delete. I’ve tried to cull through and delete duplicate photos, old versions of my resumes, and any random files I didn’t recognize or was certain I would not need, including massive law school outlines that I’m sure I did not create and probably never even used. I’ve scoured the depths of my little machine, and I’ve run out of things I can delete.
I considered buying a little storage drive and moving my many pictures off the PC onto the drive to create space and extend the life of my little old machine. But I decided against it.
Last week, as I thought ahead to the work I’ve got lined up and the business I am starting, I decided to pull the trigger on a new computer. I decided that my new life warrants the new beginning of a new computer. In fact, I splurged on me and bought a Mac. It feels like Christmas come early.
A beautifully packaged box came less than an hour ago. I opened it and extracted a gorgeous piece of equipment from the shipping materials. I plugged it in and turned in on and we’re off!
For me, a new computer is like a new house. It’s fun to take the stuff from an old house and rearrange it in a new one. Some of the stuff you keep. Some of it you don’t. You discover the quirks of a new space and find a way to make it your own. Every move feels new and fresh and promising. Likewise, this computer feels new and fresh and promising.
One funny thing happened though in the first moments of working on my Mac. I turned on the computer and opened the Pages function. Immediately, it told me that updates were available. Seriously? The machine just came out of the box, and it’s already ripe for updates? That seems wrong somehow. But rather than be annoyed, I’ve decided to appreciate the readiness for updates. Constant updates mean constant improvement. I like improvement. I’m at a place where I’m ready for improvement.
I’m ready for a fresh start. I’m ready to learn new things and have new experiences. I’m ready to move into a new space and discard bits of the past, especially those unnecessary memories that bog me down. Rather than live in the space of what’s always been and patch and treat it to keep it alive, I’m ready to step forward into the space of what can and will be.
I already can tell that my Mac and I are going to have lots of fun together.
Updates already? Bring them on.