I slammed my fists down on the bed and shoved the laptop aside. I’d had enough. One problem fixed, another showed up. I couldn’t win, and I had no idea what it was I was doing, or how to rectify a problem without causing another. Again.
I wasn’t a technology genius. I got by with the limited information I had, and that was usually enough.
Not today, not yesterday.
Yet, in my frustration at my laughable attempts at formatting, I couldn’t help but think of the many that had already gone through the same issues as me but had still managed to upload and convert a decent document.
What was wrong with me?
I researched, watched videos, read guides, and even that wasn’t enough. I still had issues.
I wasn’t the type to be beat, and often in my stubborn, control-freak ways I always came out on top. I always found a way, the whole ‘if you don’t succeed try again’ mantra would always play in my mind.
I always craved for knowledge, to be better at something new. I wished I understood the technical jargon, and the ninja skills required to handle a ‘simple’ ebook conversion.
My flicker of hope dwindled.
I was desperate.
What was I supposed to do now?