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Rexford Chase Nicholson

Rexford Chase Nicholson

It's on my heart to hug you goodbye and gently slide out the backdoor. My life's learning is for all to know. It's been repeated for generations.

Big Mistake

2 min readMay 15, 2026

I just wrote for 2 hours on Medium. I wrote, edited and rewrote maybe 800–1000 words or so, not sure. It was a good 2 hours, I love to write and I was loving what I was writing this morning, so maybe it was hubris that did me in. But no matter, because that writing does not exist any more. Why not?

I don’t know, really. I saw a flash of blue as I simultaneously relaxed my hands and serendipitously touched the space bar and all my work disappeared. I got a bit hot under the collar about that. I couldn’t get it back, refresh didn’t refresh anything and all was lost. And worse of all, I don’t know how I highlighted the content and am therfore afeared I’ll do it again.

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Has this happened to anyone else? I am writing with my hands high off the key board now. I have decided to (maybe) write my content on Word and then copy and paste it to Medium to avoid doing that again and losing more work.

In the heat of the moment, I was tempted to unsubscribe from Medium, but I realize that I need Medium more than it needs me, so I’d be cutting my proverbial nose off my proverbial face, eh what? Or throwing the baby out with the bathwater? Or did the chickens come home to roost? Who knows? All I know to do is to use humor to override my anger.

But the lesson I am reaping from this experience is to reaffirm that I really love to write and I loved what I was writing about. Therefore, ‘suck it up, butter cup’ and write it all again, just for fun and self-discipline (and keep your numb thumb off the space bar!)

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Rexford Chase Nicholson
Rexford Chase Nicholson

Written by Rexford Chase Nicholson

It's on my heart to hug you goodbye and gently slide out the backdoor. My life's learning is for all to know. It's been repeated for generations.