Whoever said "you can't teach old dogs new tricks" is probably half asleep when he uttered the line. Not that I'm saying I'm old. If you ask me, age is just a number. At this stage of the game, when I so much as threw in the towel and declared HTML the bane of my existence, something unexpected but rewarding happened. I guess it's all a matter of not giving up when the going gets rough, much like learning how to ride a bicycle.
I learned something new yesterday that made feel really good about myself. I know, I know. But don’t burst my bubble yet, will you? You see, this blog is something I work on alone, the inspiration fueled by my passion for writing and readers who might find this blog useful. Mostly, all the help I get is from online resources and some pointers from seasoned blogger friends.
My other blog, Career Mom Online, has been, of late, getting a steady share of the readership pie - maybe not much, but still steady - and some of these readers suggested I implement a Facebook commenting platform. That was, if memory serves me right, about three months ago.
From then on, I’ve been searching the Internet high and low for guidelines that a) were easy to follow and understand; and b) the end result of which would work the way I envisioned it to. But luck wasn’t too eager to shine on me for those three months.
Finally, last night I found what I was looking for. So if you’ll take a moment to scroll down right there at the bottom of the page, you’ll see that there actually are two tabs for you to choose from if you feel like leaving me a comment – the Facebook commenting tab and the Blogger commenting tab. Much thanks to this very helpful link.
I still have a lot of ideas floating around in this brain of mine for this blog, and I hope to be able to carry them out before my long vacation ends. January will be another very – yes, I mean VERY – crazy time at work until the early weeks of February. We might even be asked to render overtime because there will definitely be a lot of work to cover. But hey, I’m not complaining. I’m just glad I’ve got work to make ends meet.