Prompt: Turn on my VCR/ Same one I've had for years (When The World Is Running Down, The Police)

Hello, all. Caro here. Let's have some real talk for a second.

You see this Youtube link? This Youtube link destroyed me. 

Just kidding. Not actually, of course. But it did cause me a lot of strife.

You know what I did today? Or, at least, one of the things I did today? I decided I haven't written something for this in a bit and thought, hey, why not write up something?

So I did, 'cause I'm decisive like that. 

And when I say 'write up something,' I mean I wrote the whole thing. Approximately two thousand words, which is my goal for these prompts. 

Let me reiterate: TWO THOUSAND WORDS. 

Once again: TWO THOUSAND WORDS. 

I guess that's not too much, but it took me a while to do. I was pleasantly satisfied when I finished, and went to go post the part. 

The words were there, those words of foreboding: 'We had a problem saving your draft.' Or something like that.

Now, since I'm not a total idiot, I thought, 'In case something goes wrong I'll copy the story if, by some weird twist of fate, I lose it.' Which was a good idea, conceptually.

Here's the kicker, the plot twist, et cetera. Then I go to Youtube to copy and paste a link to the video, so I can have it so conveniently for you to listen to (or not.) Everything goes fine, and I try to publish it.

Error message! Surprise, surprise. Then I think, 'Hey, at least I was smart and saved it!' I was proud for my quick thinking in the past. 

Left-click. Paste. And you know what I see?

That. Right there. That is what I see.

You ever wanted to use a Time Turner so badly? Yeah, that was me. Still is, as a matter of fact. 

Let's see if I can warp a lesson out of this. The grass is always greener? I think that my situation is terribly as is, but can you imagine if it was ten thousand words? Twenty thousand? Ugh. I would probably hurl my computer out the window or something. 

There's this manta that there's always someone better than you at something, so don't get big-headed. I say, there's always someone who has it worse than you. Don't flip out when you spill barbecue sauce on your shirt. Lick the barbecue sauce off! Why? Because something like a spill shouldn't upset you, and because barbecue sauce is delicious. 

What am I trying to say here?

I guess I'll be concise: Don't stress it. I have an example for you, about the whole story-deletion thing. When I realized I had the Youtube link on my clipboard I was mad. Have you ever done something really terrible and just stepped back for a second, marveling at how only your luck could be that bad? But minutes later I was joking about it with my dad, and suddenly it didn't seem like such a big deal anymore. And when you get down to it, two thousand words is two thousand words. The plot in the thing was kind of dumb, anyways. 

So, in conclusion, don't stress it. If your grass isn't green enough, water it. This is one of these things you'll make a joke about years later, and it might seem like a big deal now, but things pass. You'll make it. Take it from me, reader!

Happy Holidays from Caro <3