It’s that time of year. I evaluate my little blog and decided if I want to continue. To be honest, I have never experienced a writer’s block for this long before. Perhaps, the condition is permanent? Continue reading
No likes for me today
not a single one.
A little surprised
absolutely none. Continue reading
I’m not suave about social media. For me, it’s definitely a love-hate relationship with it all. I declare with loud voice how much I’d like to do away with it all but then I seem to be the first to like a status or post on Facebook. Ugh. Somehow I also ended up on Twitter so now I have two accounts that I feel the need to share on. This is way too much sharing for one boring person. Continue reading
I write every day for at least 20 minutes. Or, at least, I set aside 20 minutes a day to write. Sometimes there’s a tad more day dreaming or Facebooking than actual writing. At any rate, I fill up little notebooks fairly quickly at that rate. I usually go through those notebooks to fill up this blog. I figure as long as I have thoughts written down in the books I’ll keep up this blog even though I don’t get a lot of views. Sometimes when I go to the books to fill in my little blog the pickins are a bit slim. Not every thought is worth sharing. Continue reading
Here are a couple of assumptions for this piece:
- Most of us have room for improvement even with our most skilled abilities and talents.
- With the exception of a few prodigies most of us better ourselves line upon line, grace by grace. We may show a flair or talent for a particular skill or ability but every person ascends up a particular path with experience.
If you are a reader of this little blog then you probably noticed it went from being a 7 day blog to three days. And that three days is pushing it. It’s more like 2.5 really. Two original posts and one repost every week.
Thanks to the stats on WordPress, in January I noticed I was approaching my 1,000th post. That may not seem like a big deal to you but for me it was a humongous deal. See, I kinda have a thing with commitment and follow through. Meaning I tend to not commit and follow through even less.
So I decided to celebrate.
I have a confession and I hope it doesn’t affect how you feel about me. There is no easy way to say this so I’ll just blurt it out. I’m a cheat. Perhaps if you let me explain, you will understand my motives. Once you understand my motives, perhaps you won’t think ill of me. Or, maybe you will. Or maybe you won’t care.
It all started on March 24 when I received my all-time highest views to my blog. Which is good and I appreciated the recognition. The number ended with a 9 though. A nine? I only needed 1 more view to have a lovely 0 stat. But I was happy with the achievement and I could live with the nine. After all, how long could it take to beat that?
In September the ugly nine still haunted me though. It had become a mean number since March and now mocked me. “You will never get rid of me. I am your all-time highest number and I’m only 1 away from a 0. Ha, ha, sucker!” I told you it was mean.
My OCD surfaced. I resorted to desperate measures. I posted a blog about it. I even begged on Facebook. Nothing worked. I would get close but I just couldn’t pass the nine.
For some reason, some citizens of the fine country of Belgium (no, I’ve never been there but obviously they have good taste) became interested in one of my blog posts. I have no idea why it became so popular for the Belgians for a short time but I like to think perhaps some class at a university was studying it. Hopefully, they weren’t using it as a “bad example” of writing. That would make me cry and I’d have to label all Belgians mean as nines. Since I’ll never know for sure, I’ll go with the scenario they were studying a “fine example of American writing.”
On September 28 I had an exceptional day. At 10:00pm I was only 13 views away from breaking my record and achieving a 0. Finally, I could say good riddance to nine – and then I’d be happy. So, I decided to “load the dice.” It wasn’t an easy decision. It took me a whole 15 seconds to decide to be dishonest. Here’s my rationalization: in the early days of my blog, I used to sign in once a day. Just so that my stats had one little blip. This wasn’t that much different. I mean, it’s not as if anyone else would ever see my stat page. I’m the only one who had to endure nine’s bullying day after day. Stoic as I am (minus the begging, that is) it was time to take matters into my own hands.
I borrowed a computer (just in case any WordPress police monitor questionable stats and call me in for questioning. That would be awkward). With disturbingly little hesitation, I typed my blog’s address in the address bar. And then I did it again. I counted out loud to make sure I didn’t make a mistake. This was a very serious operation. When I counted 13 I logged into my stat page. There was a beautiful, lovely 0. I achieved my (kind of dishonest) goal. But I could live with it because now I had a whole number to greet me every day.
Then I logged out. Did you know, that when you log out of WordPress it takes you to your blog? And it counts it as a view? Yeah, I didn’t either. My number became 1. A one? That’s just as bad a 9!
What else could I do? I viewed my page 4 more times because as anyone knows a 5 is much better than a 1. Before I went to bed, I looked at my stat page one more time. It was 11:58pm and the number would be final. However, someone from Korea (bless his or her heart) viewed my web page. My all-time highest number is now an upside down 9. But I can live with a 6. For now.
March 24, 2012 I reached my all-time high visits to my website. Which is cool. It really is.
The only trouble is it’s a number that ends in 9. Nine? Really? Not that I’m not appreciative of the views, because I am, it’s just if it’s going to be my all-time highest viewed day, I wish I would have gotten just one more to make it a lovely, whole number. Ah, then I wouldn’t mind seeing that number every day telling me – this is as good as it’s going to get.
Every day I watch my stats and hope for that number + one just so that my all-time highest achievable number looks…pretty.
(sigh) I’m not crazy. I’m sure a lot of you would agree with me on this, right? I hope none of the nines are offended. You’re just not that cool. Okay, maybe I’m a little crazy.
I’m running away. Heading for the hills. But just for the week.
Monday morning I’m going to the Uinta Mountains with five other leaders and nine young women (yes, yes, I know that’s a high ratio of leaders to girls). We will spend a week hiking, listening to inspirational talks, laughing, crying (in a good way), feeling the Spirit, learning gospel principles, and so much more. And we will do all this without one single campfire (take that Boy Scouts!). Fires are still banned here in Wyoming. But that’s okay; it will be a great week anyway. It’s always a highlight of my summer and a great opportunity to get to know the young women and other leaders in our ward.
One of the perks of Girls’ Camp is it allows me – or forces me – to be sans technology. No cell phones, iPads, iPods, computers, etc. are allowed (leaders do have cell phones for emergencies but we have to go up the hill to get service. No Verizon, I can’t hear you now).
I could have been ambitious and wrote a few blogs ahead. But ambition has never been my strong suit. Instead, we’ll do a retro-ck’s days next week. So, if you’re reading something and it sounds familiar, you’re not going crazy (unless you want to be).
Enjoy your week and I’m sure you’ll get a full report when I get back. Eventually.