My (um, uh, well) Magically Vanishing Blogs
WordPress tells me I’ve written about 150 posts. Y’all know I have written more than 150 posts. So what gives?
About that . . .
A few months back, I got a hankering to review old posts and mark some “private.” Things that go out on the internet are never really private, it’s true, but I liked the idea of refining the blog’s outward face for newcomers.
I began reviewing my posts one by one, occasionally marking some “private.” I made it through about twenty before getting bored and antsy. Bored and antsy: a dread combination under which no important decision should ever be made. Ever. So, naturally, I set down my laptop and walked away.
Except not really.
I know! I thought. I’ll just move all my posts to the trash, and move them out as time permits!
Great idea, that one. No possible drawbacks, like–for example–being too slow to review them and discovering they have all been permanently deleted.
Nope, no drawbacks whatsoever.
“Six hands for lifting,” the post in which I described learning of my mom’s mental illness and how I found hope in the wake of those terrible times? Gone. “My bully pulpit,” talking about torturous bullying my sister endured while bullies’ parents looked on? Also gone. “An abridged history of my hate,” describing my journey from furious hatred to love? Deleted! Hundreds of other posts? Seceded.
Fortunately, other popular blogs such as “‘Our baby is going to experience racism someday’” and “One month bald: The walls outside & the light within” survived my two-minute whimsy test. My Freshly Pressed posts? Accounted for. Still others endure they were featured on other bloggers’ sites: “Photographs of the Heart,” “A godmother’s enduring lessons in love,” and “Mother, Child, Mother.”
I have copies of every single one of my posts, so this unfortunate diminishing of my blog doesn’t represent a loss of each blog’s journey of discovery. What it does represent is a loss of every single beautiful and/or hilarious comment you left on those posts, the breadcrumb trails leading me to other bloggers I’ve come to love.
To that I say a heartfelt, D’OH! And to you I say, let this be a lesson! If you’re feeling bored and antsy all at once, do go for a walk. Do wash dishes. Do read a book. Do make ridiculous animated GIFs.
Do not, I repeat, do not attempt level-headed conversation about your spouse’s faults. Do not tell your mother-in-law her cooking sucks, just because the timing seems perfect. Do not feed trolls, online or off. And for the love of pete, don’t move all your blogs to the trash bin as a “temporary” measure.
Even if you can’t trust my personal project management skills, you can trust me on this.