When Michael Reynolds tossed a Ninja to me at an Inbox Zero workshop last fall, he didn’t know what would happen. That Ninja, trained in the art of email management, is talented with WordPress too. With a new year and new website, I discovered his talent.
The last 2 weeks, I’ve worked to migrate my blog from WordPress.com to self-hosting. The software differences remind me of moving from DOS to Windows or from Lotus to Excel. Many concepts are the same, but the setup is different enough to give me a headache and heartburn.
With WordPress help and encouragement from Talina Norris-Ryder and Nibby Priest (thank you both!), I’ve made it to the other side of the WordPress aisle. Many years ago, my husband Richard bought my domain name, saying I would one day want and use it. In the last two weeks, he’s patiently created, re-created, and tweaked the graphics for the new site.
Learning the new software was harder than I thought it would be. And it was more stressful. For a lifetime, I’ve helped family and friends go after their brass rings. Ten years ago, Richard and I started the Copper Lion, Inc., so he could provide digital graphics to ad agencies.
What I didn’t realize till halfway through the new site is this time, it’s MY behind on the line. It’s not only my behind, but my name. When I couldn’t find a fast answer to my question, I would jump, yell, and be ready to quit. Then I would see the Ninja on my desk and remember Harrison Painter‘s latest blog on Coffee with Harrison.
As I wrestled with WordPress, I looked at my ninja and repeated Harrison’s advice: knock’em over! Once I remembered that, I became Crouching Mama Hidden Ninja, ready to conquer an army of widgets and subdue Attila the Plugin’s legions.
Victory! If I couldn’t find the answer, I could find someone or some website to help. With time, help, and hard work, the site came together.
Just like any action story, you know the widgets and plugins will be back with future challenges. My Ninja and I are in training, making ourselves stronger so we can handle whatever they try next.
That’s my Ninja story, and I’m sticking to it.
When you hit the wall, what’s your Ninja and what keeps YOU going?