Here’s the short version:
I wanted a clean slate. A fresh start.
There is a way to export your WordPress blog so you can keep your words in a separate file, and re-set the blog to its original, blank state.
That was my plan.
So I exported my blog and it came back as a zipped XML file but it’s weird looking and I couldn’t read it.
I didn’t want to mess around and lose my entire 16 years of blogging, so I began to think.
And that’s when it all went to hell in a handbasket.
It was too late to stop. I already started the over-thinking process…
I came up with this brilliant idea.
What if I simply made all the blog posts private?
In my view, if my posts are private, no one can read them except for me, hereby giving my readers the illusion of a clean slate.
I went ahead and made the damn thing private. Every individual posts bulk-edited to private.
Then I went to bed feeling all clean-slate-ish.
“Tomorrow you can start fresh,” I told myself as I tried to lull myself to sleep.
Throughout the night, I tossed and turned. I couldn’t rest, I couldn’t fall asleep. I kept thinking, WHAT HAVE I DONE?
I’ll spare you my internal turmoil. Just know that I suffered a lot of regret. I felt… broken. Disconnected. Alone. Unworthy.
That sort of thing.
The next morning, I immediately returned to my over-thinking activity. I needed to remedy my situation, but how?
Unfortunately, the time to sit and ponder was not to be. An avalanche of stuff began to flow in my direction, involving family and an out of town friend and airports pickups and sick kids and appointments and the usual chaos that descends upon us around the end-of-summer/beginning-of-school.
I simply did not have time to wallow in self-pity.
Today, I sat down at my laptop and had another brilliant idea:
I decided to re-activate some (not all) of my posts, put them back where they belong. On the internet. Where my tribe will read and engage with me.
Sadly, this is where my brilliant idea turned into a brilliantly stupid idea.
Turns out, when you change a post’s status from private to published, it doesn’t just magically appear on my blog. There was a peripheral activity that occurred, one I hadn’t considered:
Each blog post I re-published also showed up in the feed, the notifications, of my followers.
Essentially, I polluted my followers’ feed.
Thank you for your understanding and your continued interest in reading my drivel.