WordPress TV

Ooooooohhh my gosh… I just watched a question and answer session with the young man, brilliant young man who created WordPress. It was mesmerizing! I am such a novice, and every time I think I’ve figured out how something works or discovered another function WP will perform, I get so excited on the one hand and quite baffled on the other. The more I learn about WP, the more I realize I don’t know. It’s kind of like when I went back to college in my 40’s to finish my bachelor’s degree, I was learning so much so quickly that I was swept up in the rush of “being among the learned”. Then at some point I realized that the more I learned, the more I realized how much there is that I don’t know, and it’s a very negative thing of which to become aware. But I also realized that the only way to go is forward. It is daunting when you realize how far there is to go on this learning journey. Just that realization can become an excuse to give up, thinking, “I’ll never get to the end of this. It will always remain beyond my reach!” But it is that same realization which can trigger the desire to become a lifelong learner, a mandate for every conscientious thinking person in our modern world. It’s a negative that becomes a positive. As he said in his WordPress session, it’s “a bad idea that becomes a good idea”.


About banana61547

I'm a lively, fun-loving lady with a dramatic view of life-that is, I tend to be a dramatic person. I cry at sappy commercials and at touching scenes in movies. I'm somewhat selfish with my time. Actually I've come to a place in my life where I delight in being alone, especially if I've got a good book to read or if I'm feeling particularly inspired or excited about something I'm writing. On rare occasions I miss the me I used to be, but to feel safe and comfortable surrounding myself with solitude seems to work well, and I am healing. I wasn't always such a recluse. There was a time when I loved being in the limelight hostessing a party, teaching a class, even speaking confidently to large groups of women at luncheons and retreats and such. Experiencing four frighteningly traumatic life events every other year for eight years caused my panic level to pull me back into a shell of myself. My husband died in a freak automobile accident; my father who had dementia died in my arms from skin cancer; I moved from my home of 33 years without any help, and finally I was forced out of my teaching job by a power hungry principal who got rid of one teacher a year.
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