Well, it just happened. I just got nervous. I’ll probably have my new computer all set up and ready for use by Wednesday. So far I’ve been hurling myself at this decision with nothing but excitement. But I just got scared.
I was just sitting there – well, let’s be honest – I was dancing to this song:
That’s what I was doing and I suddenly thought: What if this is a mistake? Not the dancing. That is never a mistake. What if this PC is a mistake? What if all of my researching and planning is going to turn out wrong in the end? What if I am a Mac person? What if this? What if that? What if.
I opened my computer and suddenly thought about how much I love being able to hide my dock. How much I love being able to sit on the couch when I type instead of on my hard desk chair. How much I love the ease of changing the language on my keyboard. How much I love the top toolbar with my Gmail, Evernote, volume, language, wifi, and music player one click away. How much I love the familiarity of all my applications, especially the expensive ones like Final Cut. How much I love the little stickers on my keyboard. How much I love all the things I’ve gotten used to about this little ol’ Macbook.
Will it be the same? Am I going to love this new computer as much as I loved this one for so long? Will we get along? Will it make sense to me? Am I about to have a lot of regrets?
I can’t answer these questions. So instead I’ll just try to ignore them and get some sleep. Mistake or not, this is happening. And I’m pretty sure it’s not a mistake. But what if?