Don’t let my 20-something exterior fool you. Inside, I’m from a different century. I’ve usually been about three steps behind my mother when it comes to the big new thing. She started texting about a year before I did. I’m still about a step above a flip phone; she just got a smart phone. I was NOT that annoying thirteen-year-old showing up the adults with her computer skills.Yeah, that one. The one that made you cheer for the raptors.
Setting up this blog was a feat of nightmare proportions. I have no idea what I’m doing half the time I access the interwebs. My ability to make machines bend to my will is mostly due to the fact that I just keep pushing buttons until one of them does what I want.Granted, my willingness to just keep pushing buttons has allowed me to maintain the ruse. Through trial and error, I have become reasonably proficient.But technology is still scary. Presented with a new online platform or handheld device, this is my immediate reaction: internally, of course. It’s dangerous to let them know you’re afraid.
All this to say, I’m still figuring this whole “blogging” thing out. I’ve already learned a lot (Google is a beautiful thing) but there’s still loads to learn (gifs=SORCERY). Maybe someday I will master the world of electronics. For now, I’ll just keep faking it.