I didn’t post this weekend.
I did write. I just didn’t hit publish. That’s the difference I’m learning to be okay with.
I originally started a post on Friday about TVs in the bedroom and a small moment that happened that night. But by Sunday, my brain had shifted. Less reflection, more adjustment. Less story, more planning. That’s where I’m at right now.
Here’s the honest part: I’ve reached a strangely healthy place where I don’t like opening my computer unless I have to. Outside of work, I avoid it on purpose. This doesn’t pay me. It’s not a job. And I don’t want to accidentally turn it into another obligation.
That said—I’m doing this for a reason. I’m learning in real time, and I figured you could come along for that part too.
I keep telling myself I want to post daily. That’s clearly not realistic. As I’ve said before, I’m lazy—but more accurately, my creative energy doesn’t work on demand. I think very fast, about too many things at once, and I’m not happy with how something sounds until I’ve had time to sit with it and write it myself.
I tried the AI route for drafting posts. It didn’t work. It can answer questions and help troubleshoot, sure—but it doesn’t sound like me. I’ll still train it and use it where it makes sense, because I am, in fact, lazy. But the writing part is still mine.
Most of my “work” this weekend was purely practical: figuring out how to make WordPress usable on my phone so I don’t need to be at my desk to write.
That turned into a small tech spiral.
I downloaded the WordPress app. Couldn’t log in. Invalid certificate. SSL issue. Registrar check. Namecheap (because I’m cheap and they didn’t make transferring painful). Logged in—success. Realized I didn’t actually have SSL set up the way I thought I did. Researched free options. Learned about Cloudflare. Decided I didn’t want another thing to manage. Paid $29.95 for five years of SSL and called it a win. Dinner cost more than that.
Two days later, the app finally worked.
I had to hop back on my computer to reset my password because I didn’t know it, but I’m officially logged in on mobile now. That matters more than it sounds. Being able to write from my phone, anywhere, lowers the friction enough that this actually feels doable long-term.
And honestly? I didn’t disappear. I just rested.
Friday night turned into shows and conversation with my husband. Saturday we wandered without a plan—farmers market (mostly disappointing except for pastries), outlet mall for retro games, revolving sushi, errands for Christmas gifts. We started at 10am, got home around 4pm, and by 8pm I was asleep. I wake up early. This is apparently what weekends look like now.
I also did something deeply unglamorous and unexpectedly emotional: I cleaned my phone.
Deleted apps I don’t use. Organized what stayed. Then deleted over 1,000 photos, back to May—and I still have around 7,000 left. I don’t post much and I swear I have a bad memory, yet apparently I document everything. Scrolling through years of tiny previews was a lot. Good memories. Weird ones. Hard ones. So much life packed into small rectangles.
I cleaned up Notes. I’m cleaning up Workflowy. I’m realizing how many parallel thought streams I’ve been running—different speeds, priorities, half-tracked ideas everywhere. Getting them out of my head lowers my anxiety more than anything else.
Right now I’m still writing across platforms because syncing is imperfect and WordPress isn’t always cooperative. Analytics setup is coming. Structure is coming.
I’ve also been in my usual learning spiral—joining Facebook groups, lurking Reddit, popping into Discords, reading Quora threads. Most groups are trash: ads pretending to be advice. I keep the few that feel real and rotate out the rest until I find people actually doing the work, not selling the fantasy.
The whole “passive income” narrative still gets under my skin. It’s how hard workers keep getting screwed. The rich get framed as lazy, the gaps widen, and everyone gets angrier—trying to extract more than they give. No one wants to say the quiet part: we all still have to work.
Anyway. Tangent.
The point is: I’m organizing. I’m thinking. I’m writing—just not always publishing.
I’ve done more than I give myself credit for. I’ve tried things. Tested things. Burned out hard enough to slow down on purpose. It’s strange to realize how much content I actually have when I sometimes think I’m boring simply because my pace is calmer now.
Progress is still progress.
I may not post every day, but I write every day. I’m improving the plan while building it. Launching a site has a lot of moving parts, and early setup matters more than people admit. A solid foundation now is worth a fortune later.
So yeah—still here. Still building. Just doing it in quieter, messier, more intentional ways.
Now I’m back at the computer for a bit—maybe minutes, maybe hours—to get Canva and Analytics set up and organize my initial drafts in Workflowy. That’ll probably turn into tomorrow’s post.
Until then—have a good Sunday.