Yes — that’s the question of the day.
I’ve always been adamant about my answer — a strong, resounding, “No.”
But, lately, there have been temptations. Lots of temptations. Everywhere I go, I seem to think about it — the possibility of something new, something exciting, something out of the ordinary.
I have known many people — men and women alike — who have contemplated and followed through on their urges. Giving in to the lure of desire.
My husband? He understands.
Yes, we’ve talked about it — extensively — over the past few weeks. Late night conversations, after the kids have gone to bed — each of us providing point/counterpoint arguments, trying to see if the pros outweigh the cons.
Last night, he gave me “permission,” something I wasn’t expecting whatsoever. Who does that?
My husband. Because he knows I want it. And he loves me.
So, late last night, after everyone — Hubby included — had gone off into dreamland, heavily slumbering, oblivious to my nocturnal adventures, I did it.
I started a online relationship. . . . with WordPress.
Gasp! What? But you . . . you . . . you’re a Blogger girl!
I know! I can’t believe it either — me? Toying with WordPress? Thinking about the possibility of divorcing my beloved Blogger?
It’s true — after Carissa (Good ‘n Crazy) switched this month, I couldn’t deny the pull of being self-hosted any longer. It seemed as though everyone — and I mean EVERYONE — was whispering in my ear: “Do it! You won’t regret it! The learning curve is steep, but ohhhhhhhhh the results.“
That learning curve though — grrrrr. It’s definitely not as easy as sweet ol’ Blogger. I was up till nearly 1 am this morning, searching for an easily customizable theme — trying out plug-ins — uploading my own images to the directory — importing 453 posts from Blogger.
Sheesh, where’s my coffee? I’m too old for all of this.
I’m not even finished (which is why I’m still posting here); it’s absolutely ridiculous how much work is involved. No — not ridiculous. Stupid. I can’t even BEGIN to count the number of times I said that phrase last night. “This is so stupid!”
I kept going though — back aching, head aching, toes aching. (I don’t know why my toes hurt — made absolutely no sense. Sigh)
But, the results are worth it . . . so “they” say.
I’m waiting for those results — the moment when all of the work to “get there” pays off and I’m left in ecstatic, delirious, bloggy delight.
Then the real “fun” will start — making sure everyone (meaning YOU) knows Following In My Shoes has a new home!
p.s. I would never, EVER “really” cheat or want a real affair. No way — I love Hubby too much. Best husband and friend a girl could have!
