After many hours of staring at perfectly clear instructions, I am now on my own server. I know how to export and import a wordpress blog, and I really wish I had known that before I started this process. Wise Author has bitten the dust.
So it goes. I’ll have my first product for sale soon, and a few new ventures but it is good to be in my own home.
Sometimes I feel bad about my last marriage, as it went south before it ever really got started. But that marriage made possible the life I live now, and the struggles in getting here have shown me just what kind of tea is in the bag (as in you get stronger when you get yourself into hot water.)
I’m reminded of that because I am living in my own (and the bank’s) house, despite declaring bankruptcy 12 years ago, and I’ve been here nearly eight years. I bought this house as a single mom with a kid in college, four years after bankruptcy and only doing contract work. I’d like to say that I’m rolling in the cash, but that hasn’t happened yet. I’m still working on paying student loans from my latest foray into grad school.
I was a fan of James Brausch, as any frequent readers know, and I wonder sometimes if having been homeless can be a motivating factor? The few people I know who have been homeless don’t fear the things that those of us who have lived white bread, 9-5, mundane lives can barely risk imagining. Sometimes I think I wasted my youth–and a fair bit of my middle age by going to class. Water under the bridge…
I know that I am tired of being broke, and I can feel the J.O.B. closing in on me day by day by day. So here I am, in my own little blog out here in the world looking to start a business and find the rest of my life.
Greetings and Salutations!