I have three blog posts started but just can’t seem to take any of them where I want them to go. I’m just not writing well this week. There are days like that and it’s ok. I have however been at the keyboard all morning. I’ve previewed my blog in just about all of the 180 plus themes in WordPress. I love design.
I’m older than dirt so I predate this digital era. When personal computers became available I had to have one and quickly started a self-taught desktop publishing business (some of you youngsters won’t even know what that is) working from my kitchen table. It did well and catapulted me into a wonderful creative world of writing, design, public relations and even teaching newsletter design at a university. I love design.
HTML and putting together websites was recreational. I could speak code.
Today I’m struggling to do something beyond change a font with the WordPress Custom Design upgrade. Granted, I’ve never tried to use CSS before but I read about it and read about it, and it’s like I’m brain dead. Why don’t I have dozens of fabulous pages designed? I don’t get it. I love design.
I think the answer resides on my birth certificate, and I don’t mean the fact that I don’t have a snazzy name. Reality check … the brain works differently as we age. We process slower and remember less. A twenty-something Facebook friend posted a sad note about how there is no cure for memory. It was hard not to jet back a post saying yes there is, it’s called old age.
Part of me says to just forget it (pardon the pun) and use the predesigned pages as they are. After all, a pro put a lot of work into laying it all out for us. I’m a writer now not a designer. But there is this little rebel voice in the back of my head saying not to take this lying down. Fight back. Read. Study. Experiment. If it looks ugly or blows up just start over like the old days when it was girl against machine and I never stepped down and let the machine win.
That was then and this is now.
Relax and enjoy the fact that I’ve stopped writing on the back of envelopes and hire a designer or choose an appropriate theme; or scratch and claw my way back toward a thinking, learning, human being by mastering CSS for some little tweak to my page. I’m not sure which is the high road. I’m not sure what to do.
I always used to be sure what to do. Being sure of everything is an essential part of youth. But young I am not. That doesn’t mean I’m not intelligent, worthy and productive. It simply means I’m different and still changing.
My creator planned it that way. He loves design.