I'm proud of myself. That's not something I say very often. In fact, I couldn't remember the last time I'd said it.
This afternoon, I was working on my laptop from the kitchen table. It'd been gray and snowing lightly throughout the day, but the sun poked out and blasted the frosted windows. It looked pretty cool, actually. I kept meaning to make myself more coffee, but then another hour would pass before I'd realize I still hadn't done it. I was deep in focus mode; eyebrows pinched together, lips clamped shut, eyes darting intently. Jumping between tabs and swiping through screens, I'd finally admitted that I was frustrated.
This was not supposed to take anywhere near this long.
The whole thing started a few weeks ago, but this part just popped up over the last few days. I'd had one of those moments where you realize that to do what you'd set out to, you'd need to knock over some other stuff. The type of thing where if you think about it too long, you might reconsider.
Alas, I chose to bypass that moment, accepting the things I'd break. Which, of course, meant cleaning everything up and being done with it sooner.
So I'd said "fuck it" and pushed a new layout live on theunobstructed.com. Then I went digging for any broken links, buttons, menus, tags etc... I found and fixed most of them quickly. But the one issue I simply couldn't get around was the search bar. It wasn’t working in one place, but it was in another.
The thing is, posts act different than site pages, and I actually host all of my posts on a separate subdomain (blog.theunobstructed.com). If you never noticed, that's the idea. While the search module worked just fine on the subdomain, I couldn't get it to work on the main one. Turns out, the default template parameters of the server weren’t mapped to include more than one domain. That seems like an oversight on someone's part, but who am I to judge.
Anyway, I adjusted the template code and got everything figured out. After I did, it was late enough that the sunny windows were no more, so I'd opted to make tea instead of coffee.
I've been so focused on communication and storytelling structure that sometimes I forget how capable I am with software configuration. Or maybe I just overlook it. Either way, it was a nice thing to think about.
And I'm proud of myself.
When's the last time you felt proud of yourself? How about the last time you said it?
onward.
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