As a Creative Writing Student, I have an interesting relationship with Microsoft products. Word and I have worked together since the age of Clippy. We work together so regularly that my computer weeps with joy when I open my projects. We spend hours together staring blankly at each other. Our trials and tribulations also extend to the unique differences in software versions. For instance, my computer, laptop, and the university's library all have different versions, which can cause some interesting formatting errors. I use Excel to track word count, story progression, and CYOA paths because English requires a lot of math. I know how to use Outlook even if we aren't on speaking terms, it knows what it did. It's so secure that it bricks your computer if you lose access to the e-mail. I use Publisher often to type-set projects and I get on well enough with PowerPoint to make niche presentations and Pitch Decks. I currently use Edge. OneNote seems interesting, but ...
Why do I cry at the little things? At the rung in my new tights. The zip that broke on my bag. The laundry that sits waiting to be done for the 3rd week in a row? It's because I've taught myself that I couldn't be upset at the big things. I can get upset about the little things because they can be fixed or they don't matter too much. A rung doesn't matter too much. Most won't notice or care. It's also one in a pack of 6, I could just put on another pair. My zip can be fixed. Maybe by me or my kids or my partner or even a stranger in the park. I can't do the whole laundry, sure. But I can take out all my underwear and hand wash them. Leave the bulk of it till I feel better able to cope or someone big and strong chucks it into the back of my car to do at mums. But the big things my brain has been conditioned to go "well what's the point. Nobody can help". Why reach out about my ex-husbands temper? because I tried, and nobody took notice no ...