At least she can try.
I’m not sure why, but I’ve had this feeling for a few years now that my learning is done. That once you turn 30, or 35, or 40 or whatever, your brain says “nope!” that’s it. We become like our parents and grandparents. Openhandedly slapping our computer keyboard and screaming “It don’t work!” I swore I was never going to be like that and yet, I felt the limitations pressing down on me that it was happening.
That’s one thing that’s been on the forefront of my mind in taking these classes. Is the part of my brain that can actually accept and comprehend new ideas still functioning to the point where this will be worth my while? Will I leave in tears because everything will seem like a language that I can’t understand?
Enter this weekend.
A few months ago, I had picked up a rather inexpensive… no wait, a VERY inexpensive laptop. I felt my creativity creeping back in and I assumed that it was going to come in the form of writing again. That’s all I needed- something I could write on, do email, conduct some business online. It’ll be fine.
Windows 8 should have been my first clue.
I’d say that demons from hell developed Windows 8, but I’m not sure that’s really fair to the demons from hell. I cursed that operating system every time I sat down to use the computer. I still had 7 on my desktop and found myself using it more simply because I didn’t want to fight with the monstrosity that was 8.
I felt like an old person shaking my fist at the screen. Calling it a new fangled so and so and why couldn’t we just go back to the days of the steam powered abacus? Or rocks. Rocks are nice…
Then 10 came out. Admittedly, it was better. I was able to tweak it enough so that I didn’t have huge friendly colorful boxes in my face constantly. If it’s not going to offer me a cup of tea and follow up on that offer, it doesn’t need to be invading my space like it did. I saw no tea, I remedied the situation. It was passable. I could deal with it.
At this point, I discovered I was doing more with my photography and wanted to be able to start retouching my photos. That’s when I discovered how bad this purchase really had been. And it was frustrating. Needless to say, it was far from high-end. Despite the fact that I had shopped for weeks, read reviews, compared, contrasted and educated the tar out of my choices, it wasn’t the right thing for me. The display was horrible. I found myself editing the photos then uploading them to my phone so I could see what they actually looked like. Talk about frustrating when I couldn’t get the effect I was going for without a lot of runaround.
That’s when Chad and I had “the talk” and he said “I’ve been considering a MacBook myself.”
Whaaaaaat? Ok. It’s not that out of the question. He’s used Macs before in different places he’s worked. Aside from my phone and my iPad, the only Apple computer I had ever consistently used were Apple II in the computer lab I took between second and third grade, and the Apple IIe we kinda sorta touched in seventh grade computer lab. That fact alone makes me feel ancient. I opened my mind up to the idea. We started looking at them.
But I’m an old dog. I’ve used Windows since 3. There are people I know who weren’t even born when this was a thing. I cut my teeth on DOS before that. I’m too damn old and set to learn a completely different system.
There’s one thing that you should know about me and that it’s that I like a challenge. Within reason, of course. I’m not going to eat a rancid mayo sandwich on rye as I skydive without a parachute into the Grand Canyon after it’s been filled with broken glass and thumbtacks. I’m careful, but I like a challenge.
Yesterday, I decided to accept the challenge. I figured hell. I’m taking a challenge by going back to school. I’m taking a new challenge in adopting new hobbies. I take a challenge every day when I get out of bed to survive that day with minimal trauma. I can do this
And you know what? I love it. I’m still learning, but I’m getting it. I’m having to break some old habits, but it’ll come. Even though this all has to do with an aluminum case of circuitry, it’s giving me some insight into other things as well. The class? It’s going to be like learning this new computer. I’m going to break the old habits I have to learn new, better ones that will benefit me more. I should always be on the lookout for when I’m settling for things, versus having the tools that I need to get the job done. And I’m only 42. That’s not so old is it?
So if I may count it as a victory, I’m typing away like an old pro on a piece of equipment that I thought would be alien to me. The words are forming, in English, and it at least makes sense to me if nobody else.
Bring on the hoops and hurdles.