(psssst..This picture is not about what you probably think it is..keep reading and then click on the link)
Okay. My previous post contained my whining about joining the ranks of the unemployed; now throwing the monthly bills up in the air and paying only those that don't land on the floor. Hey, if I can defy gravity, then surely I can defy the gravity of this situation.
I've decided to document, sort of, what my process will be as I hit the pavement both literally, virtually, mentally, and emotionally. All this while I remain committted to blogging (thank you Rachel from Hue Consulting). I promise to keep it positive. The only whining will be the kind that can be poured and savored. And if by accident there is even the tiniest nugget of inspiration to anyone else out there who may be embarked on the same journey, well, then -Cheers!
My thought process percolates where I jump to my ideal end result then back it out to what it will take to get there. So while I ponder my plan for the big picture, the rumbles and burps of simmering ideas show themselves through the little details that I can easily take control of the moment they come to mind. Guess it's that cursed instant gratification gene I inherited. So please bear with me as I include that sort of stuff along with more important topics, concerns and ideas.
For instance, you may have noticed that I have been playing around with my template and colors. In a previous post by one of my blogger/designer idols, Maria Killam, where she shared tips to improve one's home design blog, she herself does not favor dark backgrounds. In fact she runs the other way.
As did many of the people polled by ProBlogger. So why, oh why, did I make the conscious decision to do the exact opposite of what the talented and wise advise? Especially now? I dunno. But after resisting the urge for a long while, I relented to a very simple realization. I like a dark background. A lot. I'll stick with it for awhile. So, Maria - please don't run too far. I get bored easily and it'll soon get changed back again anyway.
Are you wondering what the picture of the scruffy guy in the baseball hat playing violin has to do with all of this? Think Big Picture. Yours. Mine. Theirs. Ours. If nothing else, the title to this post will make sense.
Click the link and you'll see.
Then, let's talk about it here. I'll bring the wine.