On Monday I promised to post on Tuesday about plugins that switch themes, either for a private theme preview or as a theme switcher that all visitors of a site can use. The post was half done as of a few days ago, so I felt safe taking a little mental health break and doing some gardening.
Comfrey From my Garden
Me being who I am, I got out there and gardened my little heart out, maybe too much. No. For sure, too much.
You know that slightly curled gardening position, arms outstretched, haunches hunched, shoulders ready to push and pull? It almost, almost fits into a desk chair that’s pulled up to a split keyboard. The problem comes in where trying to focus when a) I quit before getting the last of the dahlias and tomatoes in; and b) assuming the position has become involuntary and somewhat painful.
Flexibility, the Morning After
I woke up this morning in a slightly less severe version of “assume the position.” Thoughts about flexibility were glowing and flowing through that uncluttered part of the brain that likes to solve problems when sleep releases us from being able to do whatever we thought we needed to do when awake.
If I could have bottled that…
Image credit – n-ga
What I remember is a strong sense of indulging in flexibility as an anti-burnout tool – a joy of life thing. Wherever we think we are, we are more than we think. To see that we need to be willing to groove with it, to look and work and stretch. Like I said – if I could have bottled that…
Then, being me, I drifted through an affirmation of the importance of humor, and landed at ruminating over differences in traffic between RSS subscriber click-throughs and my overall traffic.
…and (engagement) Beer.
Where’s that post about theme preview plugins?
Still coming, for Thurdsay, I promise. Monday and Thursday were my solid commitment days for this WordPress remodel series, and I’m still there, and I will be there.
First, I’m practicing flexibility. I’m going to serve up some initial wonderings about RSS versus social media traffic. Before that, I’m going to be lounging in a hot bath, soaking away a few knots.