Everyday Black Matters
About a week ago, I fired up the old laptop and mentally prepared for a quickie. A quick 20-minute blog post, that is. Only my blog wasn’t there. Not even the freaking admin page was there.
So. I hyperventilated, naturally.
After a little googling and I’d found that my web server, GoDaddy had been hacked by an anonymous jerk-face who wanted to teach GoDaddy a lesson.
A million worries began flooding my head…
When is it coming back?
Will it come back to me whole?
Will I need to fuss around with HTML languages I’ve yet to decipher?
What will become of me if my blog goes away?
For crying out loud, WILL I HAVE TO START OVER?
What if it never comes back, what am I going to do?
Will I even survive?
In short, all my lil’ 1st world problems were causing me a friggin’ panic attack.
I really shouldn’t have been surprised by my response, but I was cruelly –yet again- reminded of how deeply my online identity permeates my actual identity. Quite simply, the loss of my blog –my online hub of the last six years- would feel like losing a part of my right arm.
Truthfully, my blog means something to me…
You can read the rest of this post over at A Deeper Story: Tales of Christ & Culture. Today is my first time ever as a new monthly contributor for this fantastic site filled with writers I’m humbled to be writing alongside!
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