For almost three days I lived a pet bloggers nightmare. I was locked out of my own website. I could see it, but I couldn’t get in.
It started on Sunday. All day I purposely stayed away from Doodle Headquarters giving the family my undivided attention. #raremoments
After our evening walk, I cozied up to my computer anxious to review, critique, and publish my post for Monday morning.
However, when I logged into my website I received a “Fatal Error” message…
“Hummm” – was my initial response.
I logged out and logged back in. #letsdoitagain
Fatal Error –
Scratching my head, I went for the full monty! #restart
I could feel the perspiration beading up on my forehead. Nervousness erupted into nail biting and feet tapping.
Who exactly was “Fatal Error” and why was he on my screen?
Four and a half hours later, the world as I knew it was unraveling…
I couldn’t figure this out.
It was impossible to gain access as the administrator making it impossible for me to fix anything let alone post/publish anything.
A little before 1:00am, exhausted, frustrated and scared as shdoodle – I crawled into bed.
Monday morning (before coffee even) I dove back in, trying everything I could imagine.
The feeling of defeat was closing in on me…
By noon, I was in tears. #bigones
I’d made a few calls, sent a few emails, and nothing 🙁
The experts said my site had been hacked. My database was now corrupt. I wanted to hide…
It has been a long time since I’ve felt so…
When our daughter battled cancer –
I WROTE –
When Leo died suddenly –
I WROTE –
When my mom passed away –
I WROTE –
This was irony in its full regalia. Writing balances me, yet in this case the inability to write was the obstacle throwing the curve. #YoDrPhil
Eventually I found out this was a Word Press developer issue and I was not alone. Now I was at least able to breathe regularly vs. the short gasps for air (in-between sniffles) that had gone on way too long.
Word Press said it was a theme problem and they were “working on it.” They needed “time” and asked me to “please be patient.”
I don’t “wait” well. #notproud #justhonest
So I crawled up in the bed, then the sofa, and even the chair and slept the rest of the day away…
THE SUN’LL COME OUT TOMORROW –
Little Orphan Annie was right. Tuesday morning the sun did rise early and Groovy Goldendoodles™ was good as new. Mr. “Fatal Error” had left the building. #arrivederci
I could write again. I felt whole again.
Mark Twain once said:
The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.
The last 4,320 minutes taught me the importance of both of those days.
Writing is my muse, it’s what I do, I now know it’s who I am.
Thank you so much for being a part of my dream.
This is our contribution in the BlogPaws Wordless Wednesday Blog Hop.