I’ve had my little blog for a couple years now. I’ll get really into it and post regularly and then something happens.
I get writers block or feel like “who cares what I have to say” or some other kind of mentally freezing syndrome that shoves blogging to the very bottom of the ladder.
The anxiety of starting to post again with the used too often “I’ve been away for a long time and I’m so sorry” just makes me feel even more meh, for lack of a better term.
I realize that all my followers (which I can count using my fingers and toes) are impatiently waiting on the daily for my mind blowing, world changing posts about totally random things I find important but nonetheless, I needed a moment, or week, or month, or season to get back into it.
Maybe this is “ghosting”??
I digress….. the thing you should NEVER do if you have a blog is try to clean up your available storage space and delete most of your photos. The little warning message that pops up asking are you sure you want to do this? …… Take heed to that.
What it should read goes something like this:
Yo, do you realize that you are about to delete all the photos from your posts too? Once you confirm that YES, I want to delete, ALL your posts that include ALL these pictures will be affected by this action. Instead of a pretty picture there will be a broken image icon thingy in it’s place. Therefore all the hours you put into finding or creating photos and inserting them into your posts WILL BE FOR NOTHING!! You will have to go back and spend numerous more hours relocating the pictures and re-inserting them into the posts.
*facepalm* *facepalm* *facepalm*
THANK GOODNESS I found a way to recover most of my accompanying photos from my posts. However, this does not make it easy by any means. I still have to go back through each post and insert pictures….. yeah, EACH POST. *insert bad word here* Slowly I will do this. Understand that it takes time and please feel sympathy if you read one of my posts that reads like there is a missing photo. I will be over here accepting your sympathy and trying to find and repost all of them.
So, as with each day of my life, I learn. Some lessons are harder than others and some have me thinking well lookie there while others have me face palming, my life lessons are in abundance. And even though it’s a pain the the you-know-what, it’s what makes life interesting.