Whacky WordPress
I don’t know what’s going on with WordPress lately, but I’ve been getting some weird results. First, for no particularly good reason that I can readily decipher, I quit receiving email notifications from some of the people that I regularly follow. Even though I haven’t made any (known) changes to my account in weeks, suddenly odd things have started happening. Duplicate post notifications on some, and none on others. Today’s bizarre anomaly takes the cake. When I sat down at the computer today and opened my email, I found I have been inundated with repetitive email notifications for comment replies.
I follow over sixty blogs, and it appears that now I am getting an email notification every time anyone comments on any one of these blogs. I knew something was up when I had over four hundred emails when I checked my email this morning. I promise you I’m not that popular.
No, really.
So, is anyone else experiencing this craziness? I feel like I’m trapped in some kind of WordPress vacuum, where the hallucinogenics are plentiful, and my In Box is stuck in some kind of weirdo time warp. The good news is lots of you are writing interesting and thought-provoking and giggle-inducing posts, and even better, that you are receiving plenty of comments. The bad news is that my eyes are spinning in dizzy circles from weeding through legitimate new post notifications versus all the unexpected and unsolicited comment notifications. The only saving grace that is keeping me from pulling my hair out in fluffy chunks of consternation is that, thankfully, not every blog I follow is a WordPress blog. For which I am very grateful.
If anyone has any magical cures or worthwhile chants or special potions, or can share the secret handshake that will bring my email back to reality, the blog fairies will bless you abundantly. For now, I’ll just pretend I’ve been Freshly Pressed, instead of Freshly Stressed.
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somebody please help me pick up all these spilled marbles
just kidding … I kind of like spilled marbles
they keep us hopping from one place to another
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about me: I’m a fifty-ish person that has lived for many years with major depression, as well as PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder), DID (dissassociative identity disorder), BPD (borderline personality disorder), BAD (bipolar affective disorder, sometimes known as manic depression), and a host of other equally inconvenient labels that persistently get in the way of me living a quiet and otherwise normal life.
Generally speaking, these conditions can mostly be traced back to my ongoing journey of recovery from a very abusive and humiliating version of childhood that left me feeling unlovable and damaged and broken. The psychological and physical damage have carried over into adulthood, and although it’s often been an uphill battle, as the years have progressed, I’ve learned more and more about how to adapt. I’m always open to exploring new methods that might improve my quality of life, and I believe in sharing information with others that might be traveling a similar journey. My hope is that my blog space might help inspire, or encourage. We’re in this together.
Some days, we simply have to hang on long enough to allow the scenery to change. Those days will pass. Really, they will.
Some of my history: I was married for eighteen years to a man who was mostly kind and gentle, and we shared a lot of laughter and love. During this time, I was fortunate to be given the opportunity to raise two uniquely different sons who are now grown and married, and still surprise me on a fairly regular basis. Despite being raised in a home affected by a parent struggling with psychological issues, they have matured into decent and kind young men.
I’m also lucky to have two daughter-in-laws that are both excellent moms and very strong women. They are what every mother hopes for when their son finds a life partner. Additionally, I’m blessed with three beautiful grandchildren, who are all three nearly grown now, even though Nana tends to forget that they aren’t babies anymore. To me, they’ll always be my precious sweeties.
These days I do what I can to continue in my determination to survive, (and thrive), and in the process try to appreciate the beauty that surrounds me. I make an intentional effort to keep an open mind and an open spirit. Despite the negatives or challenges that can punctuate any life experience, I spend a considerable amount of time being grateful and appreciative of my overall life journey. I like to learn, so I’m always asking questions. I believe if we can help someone, we should, and that a generosity of spirit is not a sign of weakness, but rather, a gift of love.
In the end, I expect to pass from this life with more questions than answers, and I’m okay with that. Really.
I chose the photo above as a reminder to notice the beautiful, and because the energy of the vibrant colors contrasted against the delicate wings of the butterfly speaks to my sense of continuity and balance. Thanks for visiting my blog today.
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