DANG! ONCE AGAIN, I’M ON MY WAY DOWN THAT RABBIT HOLE
Why oh why can’t I practice what I preach?
Why is it so easy to tell others what they should do but I can’t do it myself?
And what brought on this revelation on this fine morning?
As I sit here going deeper and deeper down that rabbit hole.
Alice in Wonderland has nothing on me.
I’m floundering, falling, stumbling, crawling, hopelessly tangled in a spiderweb of technology.
Didn’t I learn my lesson when my website was created?
What on earth makes me think anything has changed?
Right. Rant out of the way. For now.
I write because I love it.
I write because I sometimes have something to say.
I write even though I have nothing to say.
But I do not write to put food on the table.
That is very fortunate for everyone in this family.
We’d all die. Fast.
If I do make a little, it would be nice. Maybe even enough to buy a Starbucks.
I previously recounted how I was introduced to Medium. And met lots of new people.
The rabbit hole loomed. A huge one.
Instead of stepping back, I stepped forward. And in.
There it was. A whole new setup to master. There are answers to everything on their website and if all else fails, there’s a wonderful group that ANSWERS your query e-mail.
Ain’t that something?
So here I am. If I want to explore that Rabbit Hole, it means tangling with what I loathe.
And the fun of writing goes south.
I have no mentor in Medium. Neither do I have a Nanny to nurse my babies.
Nope, it’s me, the Rabbit Hole and Medium.
What am I going to do?
Cyber Hugs All. Steer clear of Rabbit Holes. Unless you feel brave.