What’s My Time Worth?


October 15, 2018

To: Shobitha P, Billing Specialist

Sure you can provide hosting and product services for free of cost. You are just choosing not to.

A dismal $38.85 after my blog being down for 36+ hours?

Again this is an insult, and another post for my blog.

Sincerely,

Gerianne

On 10/15/2018 3:33 PM, cases@ipage-inc.com wrote:

Hello Gerianne,

Thank you for your reply.

I understand how important your website is to your business. I apologize for the inconvenience this has caused you. Sadly, we cannot provide hosting and product services for free of cost. So I have added two month of hosting credit worth CA$25.90 to your account. Currently your account has total credit of CA$38.85. This credit will be applied for future renewals or purchases.

Please feel free to reply to this email if you have any further questions, we are happy to help you.

Sincerely,

Shobitha P
Billing Specialist

The 50th Follower!


Awesome!
just got its 50th follower!
Thank you
Bobby John Desmond
for being the 50th person!

Sometimes


Sometimes I get really frustrated with myself, maybe even downright angry; and sometimes if I’m being honest, I get scared. I  often feel like I need to be at least five people all at once in order to do everything that needs doing. All these feelings can meld together when I know I have things to do, things I need to do, things I very much want to do, but I don’t do them. As the Apostle Paul said: “I don’t understand my own behavior — I don’t do what I want to do; instead, I do the very thing I hate!” {The Complete Jewish Bible [CJB] Romans 7:15}

I want to write. I want to blog. I am constantly writing in my mind, when I’m in bed, where I can’t physically write, because I’m not at my computer and don’t have my head-pointer on. I wake up writing in my head. I write when I’m sitting on the bus. I write when I’m sitting on the toilet. I write pretty much everywhere- places where I can’t type out what I’m composing in my head.

Yet when I am at my computer – where I can type – when I do have my head-pointer on – often nothing comes out. Zip! Zero! Notta! Those times, I don’t dare look at my blog. I know I’ll feel even worse about myself if I look at my blog – this blog that means so much to me – this blog that I love so much.

I worry. I get scared. I panic in frustration. I fear that I’ve sled or I’m sliding back down that hole – that bottomless pit that I was in only a few short years ago – following my divorce – trying desperately to recover from the abuse, the demolishing of my self-esteem, the obliteration of my self-confidence, my sense of any worth or value, “self” or otherwise.

Yes, I very much fear falling into that pit again. But then, ohh but then, I am reminded that no, it’s not always, not even often, me wasting time, but a lot of my time and energy gets used on trying to restructure/correct/straighten out things that should be easily “updateable”, yet they are not. They are immensely time consuming, brain draining, frustrating, energy draining, and just down right in need of a good SCREAM!!!!!

So on days like this one – when I can write – even just to tell you this much – on days like this, my heart soars and rejoices. It leaps towards the heavens and screams “YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!”

A New Big Brother Is Watching


Never mind George Orwell’s 1984, Big Brother Facebook has taken its place.

As many of you already know, I had planned to merge Written in Faith Publishing’s (WIFP) Facebook page with DisabilityPride.net’s, thus allowing WIFP followers to be automatically notified of its closing and to automatically invite loyal readers of WIFP to now follow DisabilityPride.net.

But Facebook apparently has different ideas. Rather than recognizing that followers of both are mostly following me and my work, Facebook is mainly looking at each as two different subject groups. Fair point I guess to some extent, only not really, because their view eliminates one big “elephant in the room” – ME! No, I’m not commenting on my physical size, but both pages are locked to my heart and soul. I cannot be separated from either no more than the Son can be separated from the Father; no more than we can be separated from our creator; and no more can we live without air to breath or gravity to hold us on this planet.

WIFP has served its purpose well and needs to take rest. WIFP needs to let its offspring (DisabilityPride.net) take the reins for the next leg of my life’s journey. Two separate Facebook pages have become redundant and it’s time consuming to keep both, but Facebook doesn’t understand these things.

No matter though, because Facebook’s narrow-minded stance gives me the opportunity to personally invite each one of WIFP’s followers to unfollow WIFP and to now follow me on DisabilityPride.net.

I will leave WIFP’s Facebook page up until 12:00am on July 15, 2018, to allow you time to unfollow the old and follow the new. After that time, WIFP’s Facebook page will be permanently deleted.

Please continue your amazing support by following me on DisabilityPride.net on Facebook and/or www.DisabilityPride.net

Thank you, one and all, so much for your steadfast loyalty of WIFP for these last 18 years. I cannot truly ever express my gratitude and love.

God bless you all.

You are awesome!

Saying Good-bye To A Dear Friend


“Plans are underway to merge Written in Faith (Publishing) with DisabilityPride.net. Please continue your amazing support by following me on DisabilityPride.net on Facebook and/or www.DisabilityPride.net  Thank you so much for your steadfast loyalty. You are awesome!”

As I wrote the above words earlier today, I suddenly felt that I was/am saying good-bye to a very dear part of my past. According to Facebook (and who doesn’t believe Facebook, right) I founded Written in Faith (Publishing) in 2000 and that sounds about right to me.

The years haven’t always been kind to WIFP. Along side me it’s gone through a lot. As I went through “having to be a wife first” in supporting my then husband through numerous medical crises and emotional support; then a few of my own medical crises; my divorce; and so forth, WIFP suffered severe neglect and much needed attention. It’s sad but it was unavoidable. Still WIFP was always there with me, through the thick and the thin. It was by my side and in my heart always. Now, now it’s time to “Let It Be.” To let it rest and be remembered with immense love, pride and fondness.

Yes I feel moments of sadness and sorrow. It’s akin to saying a final good-bye to a very special relationship. But WIFP will live on through its offspring www.DisabilityPride.net, so in that respect I will never really be apart from it.

Thank you my dearly beloved WIFP. Be at peace always.