I had a completely different post written for today. It was cute, I thought it was clever even, what I was lacking was a compelling photo to match my witty text. This is where good old karma comes along and bites me in the ass. (yes I just typed ass. if this offends you in any way, you may want to just click away now because I am in a mood. Not a good one.) So yeah, mornings, ah mornings, (sense the sarcasm do you?) setting up my coffee machine, grabbing my camera, clicked off a few shots, thought to myself, maybe 1 more… I push the shutter release and this is where is all falls apart. It sounds off right away. It sticks open. (huh? that was weird) Hmmmm… Shut it off, turn it back on… Click. Stick… Ok, getting concerned. Shut off, take out battery, insert battery, remove lens, re-attach lens, turn on. Click. Stick. The LCD screen flashing “Err” at me, almost cheerily. My heart sinks. This is a new(ish) camera body, about a year old. You see where I am going with this right? Three weeks over a year…. Three weeks past the warranty. This is my morning. I hope the 7 shots I DID get off before my camera decided to take a shit will be ok. I plug it in to my laptop, no dice. The photos are now stuck, “unreadable” in my camera body still flashing that “Err” at me… ERR-RRRRRRRRRR is right! Makes me want to growl, stomp my feet, cry, hang my head in disbelief. But this IS life. Life throws curve balls. Some days BIG ones. Ones we don’t want. Ones we never saw coming. Ones we are unsure how to fix. Ones that almost always seem to come at just the wrong time.
Two words keep ringing loud and clear in my head right now, EPIC FAIL. Have you had one of those mornings? Maybe not your camera breaking, but just one of those mornings where every little thing seemed to go wrong. No matter how hard you tried, or planned, or prepared, it fell apart right in front of you. No amount of band aids could fix it. No amount of coffee seemed to help. One of those mornings where you feel yourself waving the white flag of surrender, as the words “do over” scream in your head. Or even worse, those mornings where you wish you had just stayed in bed. “Keep Calm and Carry On”, yeah I have the poster. It hangs in my living room as a blaring reminder. Some days I think I might be better served with that mantra tattooed on my forehead, or the palm of my own hand.
I am not fishing for sympathy here. It broke. That sucks. We all know it. I say “we” since I figure most anyone reading this is here because you too love your camera, and your life with a working one. So instead of, “oh Kristin that sucks. So sorry”, tell me one of your morning fail stories please. We can all agree that life sometimes hits hard, but we do inevitably carry on. Besides, misery loves company, and I’d love a good dose of distraction right now, so spill.