Sometimes you have got to vent out. It helps you stay connected with your emotions while expressing yourself. Do you vent? I do it in my diary.
Close To A Heart Attack
It was on Wednesday.
The day I blogged about my ex.
I had a swell time while writing that article. My heart leapt for joy when I finished writing everything I wanted to write. And clicking the "publish" button made me tingle all over. The best part was when Disqus notified me that the post had gotten 2 comments.
You have no idea how a blogger feels when she gets 1 comment on her post. It is such a sweet thing. It means a lot to us!
I was happy.
I was happy Linda and Henry could relate to my story. And I smiled as I responded to their comments.
I was happy Linda and Henry could relate to my story. And I smiled as I responded to their comments.
Then I switched off my data. (Because of the exercise I'm undergoing at the moment, I needed to switch off my data between 9am and 9pm to avoid being too distracted).
I was having a good time until I started thinking about my ex. Not exactly about him. But about how he'd feel after reading what I'd written.
My thoughts went like:
"What if he leaves a comment on that post?"
"It will be nice if he does"
"What if he says something vicious"
"No, he wouldn't. He is better than that"
"That's true oh. I should check my blog and see what's going on right now"
"No. No. I shouldn't be online till 9"
"Hmm . . . 9pm is not far from now. Lemme wait till then"
"It will be nice if he does"
"What if he says something vicious"
"No, he wouldn't. He is better than that"
"That's true oh. I should check my blog and see what's going on right now"
"No. No. I shouldn't be online till 9"
"Hmm . . . 9pm is not far from now. Lemme wait till then"
I couldn't wait till 9 PM. But I did anyway. Spiritual things above everything else. You know?
At 9:04PM, I was more than eager to visit my blog. And when I typed in "www.amakamedia.com" on the url search box, I saw this.
"The server at www.amakamedia.com can't be found?"
I gasped.
I typed it in again.
Same story.
My heart was beating faster now.
I tried and tried again, all to no avail. I used different browsers, no way. My Whatsap and BBM were connected but my blog wasn't. I couldn't understand what was going on.
I became afraid.
Then the fear slowly turned into an anger . . . a sobering anger, maybe.
I became afraid.
Then the fear slowly turned into an anger . . . a sobering anger, maybe.
Many thoughts ran through my beautiful mind.
Dear Diary, I wouldn't want to spill all the thoughts I had in my head at that time. Mehn, they were dreadful.
Dear Diary, I wouldn't want to spill all the thoughts I had in my head at that time. Mehn, they were dreadful.
Like,
1. I thought my blog had been deleted by Google. (God forbid!)
2. I thought my ex had done something - to hurt me for talking about him. (Lol!)
A little guilt crept in too.
2. I thought my ex had done something - to hurt me for talking about him. (Lol!)
A little guilt crept in too.
I couldn't sleep that night. I kept trying to access my blog till daybreak.
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This Verse Stood Out For Me During Our Morning Devotion:
"This, now, is what the sovereign LORD says: "I am placing in Zion a foundation that is firm and strong. In it I am putting a solid cornerstone on which are written the words, 'Faith that is firm is also patient.'
~ Isaiah 28:16, GNT
There goes that word again - PATIENT. God always drill that word into my heart every now and then.
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It wasn't until I put a call through to a customer care agent that I realized I couldn't access my blog because my network provider was resolving a general issue. *phew*
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