So, I'm a busy guy.
It's a holiday weekend, and I was up at 5:30. Partly that was because I couldn't stop thinking about some code I need to write today for Project Drummond, my side business. Partly that was because I have been thinking about working with my illustrator Jenn in a whole new way.
So I got up, got showered, and headed down to the old home office to crank out some work.
The night before I had put my laptop atop my lap (funny how you can do that with it) and tinkered a bit with code while Missy, Rachel and I watched a movie. When I hooked it back up to my monitor this morning, this bad thing happened. Or rather, a good thing didn't happen.
My beloved Thunderbolt monitor wouldn't charge the laptop.
So I asked Cousin Google what to do. And tried many of the things they recommended, to no avail. This potentially was going to eat my whole damn day. Then I took a well informed guess, based on my research.
My magsafe adapter had gone bad.
This thing. It's a little magnetic adapter which connects the monitor cable to the laptop. I ordered a new one for like $10, and was able to pick it up at a nearby store. And when I brought it home, and swapped it out, and saw the sweet green light of functional charging.
Then I dug back into my list of many things. Which included reading an amazing story written by a fellow author. Negotiating some narration work for a new story. Writing code. And having an important phone call with partners.
And that's when I started to have this feeling: that much like that little magsafe adapter, I'm just this one little part of many vast, complex systems.
Which reminds me of a quote from one of my most favorite books, Cloud Atlas.
“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
It's good to be a drop.