You know the saying… say it with me, “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” I know this and yet I find myself time and time again, staring at a broken site wringing my hands while I hold for someone in tech support to respond to my plea! I think its one of those things when you get tired of something, ok bored, and you want to mix things up a bit. Or maybe you are the perfectionist-type and you can’t not find peace in something that is anything less than perfect. Well I feel that way about this blog that turns three today (where’s my cake? there has to be cake!) Let me first say that technically the very first post went live, in the wee hours on a Sunday night, in fact it may have been just after midnight which explains the date-stamp, March 21, 2010. Either way its my blogiversary. Here is what my desk looked like the night I published my first modchik post.
I can’t get over how empty my desk looks. Do you want to see what it looks like three year later? Ok, since we have established I am an open book here it is… behold the “desk”
My tax returns are buried under there somewhere, what a mess, I will sort that out later. I didn’t want to get into my clutter issues today, what I wanted to talk about was why I break things, namely my site. From time to time my site goes down and you’ll see this…
Actually I’m not sure this still comes up but it was my official “404” error message for awhile. You see that is my cat Weebee, and this is my idea of humoring myself because I’m the one who is usually responsible when the site goes down. I’m always tinkering on a sidebar feature or trying a new widget and I get so ahead of myself that I get sloppy and that’s when mistakes happen, especially if you are venturing into such dark corners of your blog like custom style sheets or CSS. These “sheets” contain the code that dictate how a blog operates and it is very particular in that it does not like one * or < out of place. Trust me on this one, you don’t want want to be in a place where one keystroke could potentially break your site and yet I find myself in there all the time. Last fall I had my moments when I thought I would never get this blog back up and running. It was down so often I just laughed until I cried at the irony that at a time when I was feeling ready to write again, my platform broke. A nice gentleman from Florida wrote me, informing me that my site had been hijacked and was filled with a ton of unauthorized backlinks Not to worry its not contagious and your computer was never in danger by viewing my site, but it will slow down the site considerable and I’m sure of number of readers just gave up after waiting forever for pages to load. I knew I was in over my head and called in Sarah to exterminate the freeloaders. Problem solved.
Next came the big WordPress update (3.51) that rendered my site completely useless. The first red flag was zero traffic to the site. Not one hit. Not one person had Googled “jeans for heavy thighs” and arrived here (yes that is an actual phrase that has paved the way for many internet peeps.) I couldn’t believe after months of tweaking and customizing just to my liking, my site was off the grid with one click of a button that said “Update Now.” The late nights that followed were filled with me praying for daylight in Romania where the theme writers were living. What happened was the theme that I had bought was completely rewritten a few months after I launched the new look and there were NO PATCHES, no fixes. The only option, aside from manually entering redirecting code, was to start again, from scratch and rebuild. Not happening. So here we are a year later and I haven’t touched the face of the blog, which is really an achievement for me, a constant furniture rearranger. I did make a new header the other day… it looks like this:
I kinda like it. Since I am committed to the name (modchik) a nickname I received back when I peddled Creative Memories (scrapbook supplies) to mom’s with a ton of free time on their hands, it was something about my glasses and how I stood out in a sea of other consultants. It’s always the glasses! 😀 Anyway, I spent some time thinking about how that name reflects what I talk about here and who I am now at 45 just starting the back nine. In the past three years I have talked about a variety of things, most of which started as a dream that I glued onto a vision board. As they materialized I blogged. It was fun and it was exciting and so very time consuming. I lost myself in blogging. I often crawled my way into bed around 3am. That’s something that has changed. I don’t allow myself to go anywhere near my office after dinner unless I have a work related deadline OR and this is more common than I’d like to admit, I have a post due for Mortal Muses. My evenings now are spent reading either Autobiography of a Yogi or UPPERCASE magazine. I don’t have time to much of anything else anymore. Not even TV. Ok, maybe I sneak in a little Shahs or Regular Show with the kids. Eight dream filled hours later I’m up but I don’t allow myself to jump on the computer, or beds for that matter (I kid) because if I do I will be late, and then the kids are late and then I yell and its not their fault, its mine. I race to school, they slam the door shut never looking back and I feel like Mommy Dearest. For this reason alone its good to get up, get dressed and have an office to go. Period.
In this new chapter it will be all about cleaning up and getting organized, from my finances to photos, I need to get a good solid handle on both. I want to finally look at all the photos that I have tucked away on hard drives, I made a promise to my kids that I would make books for them this year so I will need your help holding me to that! I’m going to start back on the getting in shape and taking care of myself, starting with regular meditation, starting with the Oprah & Deepak’s 21 day challenge. My body is starting to demand that I do. Its hard to ignore a hot flash. I trust in a higher power now more than ever and continue to pray for wisdom knowing that the best way to help myself is to help others. I hope that writing honestly about my struggles qualifies as help, I know its therapeutic for me at least. Stick around for another year and with a little luck things might just begin to blossom once again. Hopefully I won’t break the site in the process. No promises on that.
Thank you to all my readers near and far from the bottom of my fluttering heart. <3 I appreciate all your comments, likes, emails and tweets! You remind me everything that’s good in this world!.