Maybe it was a brief spurt of insanity, but I decided to switch to a custom domain and fell into the black abyss.
For a week I stabbed keyboard buttons, snapped at my husband and swore at the diabolically unhelpful, helpful forums on Google.
"Speak to the people," I'd scroll through the endless, helpless options and grumble, "speak to the people."
Nothing, can make a sane, reasonably intelligent person feel like a complete idiot quicker than gobbilty gook.
My father once told me the aptitude tests he took in college suggested he pursue English instead of engineering. He ignored that questionable advice and fashioned a career as a civil engineer. An engineer with the talent for explaining his projects in layman's terms.
People understand him. They value his opinion, his willingness to be open and helpful instead of lofty and patronizing, which explains why he enjoys a robust career at the age of 82. Go Dad.
Anyway, back to the issue. When I grew tired of wailing and banging my head on the wall, I channeled the remnants of my inner peace and emailed for help.
Jack G., who wasn't the missing link, was kind enough to set me on the right path, but just like in the depths of the wilderness, the path wasn't quite as clear cut as I'd hoped. And then I saw it, something familiar, something Jack had tried to illuminate, something I couldn't quite grasp.
Screw it, I was ready to try anything. So what if I created everlasting damage. My pitiful, barely published blog could .... what? Vanish?
So, holding my breath, I stabbed a few buttons, entered a code and presto bingo, I was back.
To celebrate, I would retrace my steps and post a helpful little 'how to' for that poor helpless schmuck over in the WTF forum who was as frustrated as I had been. Only I couldn't find him.
As if by magic, I landed on the clear, concise, instructions that I had just spent a week searching for.