Pairs Well With…”All great changes are preceded by chaos.” – Deepak Chopra
Whoever told me doing a blog site transfer and updates on my own would be easy should hide – now. Run fast. I’m coming to get you. Five-second head start.
Pairs Well With… just celebrated its first anniversary…
…and I felt it was time to unleash more creative freedom by taking on a self-hosted website. (Word to the wise: you better know what the hell you’re doing before you take this on.) I’ve published my blog every Tuesday for 52 weeks, and I wasn’t going to let this week be the exception. However, I certainly couldn’t publish to a site that collapsed…on itself.
Me being without my website is like macaroni with no cheese, soap without water and Martin with no Gina.
I’ve spent 70% of my waking hours over the last week tied to this blog, my labor of love, but I’ve had no life due to all these technical difficulties. My friends are out somewhere fun saying “beer me,” and I’m sitting at home in a state of “save me!”
Many of the conversations I’ve had with my Bluehost IT peeps, some of which feel like BFF’s by now, have gone like this:
Techie: How can I help you today?
Me: My world is ending. My website crashed.
Techie: What’s your URL?
Techie: Ummm….I can pull it up here. It’s functioning alright.
Me: Yeah, but it doesn’t LOOK the same as it used to. There are posts missing…links are broken…our pets heads are falling off….
Me: Can you just….fix it?!?!?! (Desperation tone) Please??
Tech Peep: Well, yes, let me see what I can do. But, for the record, your site didn’t crash.
Okay….Same. Thing. Dude.
As far as I’m concerned, if I can’t wave my magic wand and either a) make it disappear or b) put it back together, it’s a problem, blog site or otherwise.
Don’t we all have those days when we want someone else to do the damage control to repair our lives? You know, those days where we nearly reach our breaking point of overload and want to throw our hands up in the air?
(And no, I’m not complaining, I’m ranting. They’re different. Any smart person knows that.)
This morning, though, I hit my breaking point. It was one thing after another. I couldn’t do anything right (or quick enough), and I felt like I was losing my damn mind. (I might have lost my damn mind.)
Because I’d been spending so much time on Pairs Well With… 2.0, I’d neglected a lot of my other routine duties. Taking my garbage out gave me a heightened level of anxiety because it caused me to realize my grass hadn’t been mowed in a couple of weeks. Things around here were starting to look quite Little House on the Prairie-eque. You know you have a problem when…
The anxiety hung with me like a stage five clinger throughout the morning, and endless thoughts and to-do lists swirled in my mind. I had to be at a luncheon in the next hour, an hour, and I just got off the phone with the tech peeps – again. My hair was in such a state of disarray that I was damn near looking like Mr. Jones, and it was highly likely I would dress with at least one article of clothing inside out or backward, because that’s what happens (really, it does) when I move too fast. But then again, I guess they’re bigger things going on here than just looking like an idiot. At this moment, I felt I needed to take about 15 vacation days to put my life back together.
My phone rings and I get a text from an unknown number asking, “What time will you be here?” Be where? And who the hell is this? My fragmented focus between the things I needed to do and where I needed to be was creepin’. Is this what it’s like to be a parent?? Lord help us all.
I just needed to get out the door….only to remember the two things I needed for the luncheon this afternoon were inside.
They’re sitting on the counter right next to your dignity…
Pat! I’d like to buy that vowel.
My life was so laughable at this particular moment that all I could do was laugh. And I did, because what else can you do when shit goes haywire? Some days, I’m a bigger class ass than others, but hey, it is what it is, and letting go of control is something that I’ve gotten much better at over the last few months.
And guess what? We all have crazy days, moments of panic, heightened levels of stress and stuff that just doesn’t go our way – I just write about mine.
So, what are the morals of this story?
- Pick your platform wisely. Blog transfers are a b*tch. Never. Again.
- Be sure to email and social subscribe so that if I break my site, experience technical difficulties and/or user error, at least we can stay connected.
- Yes, yes, I know that Beyonce and I have the same amount of hours in a day. She just has way more money and resources to get sh*t done.
- Remain dedicated to the things you love and don’t quit, even when they become painful. That’s how you LEARN.
This post has been written AND brought to you today during the many moments I’ve been on hold.
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