It's yet again that time of any blog's natural lifespan. The design change. A metaphorical face lift if you will (since I'm not changing anything under the "skin"). Anyhow, as I usually do, I will run quickly through what I did to get to this point of design for the blog.
Essentially I just searched up for some clean templates from a different source. My other source had really boring and repetitive designs, so I ended up finding this template from my new source. I messed around with the widgets, swapped the custom-made social media icons for the template-made ones, and (as a last minute decision) made a new favicon and a header for the blog.
As with most templates, they are not perfect. The one thing that I do not like about this template is that the blog posts do not have the date, but instead the time. I'll try to look into that for the next bit, but if I can't find a solution, you'll either have to live with it for a while or I'll temporarily switch back to the last design. So... hope you like the new design. If you find any bugs or anything just leave a comment, send me an email or something.
Children Are Investments
This saying sounds strangely familiar to me. Children are investments. I think it's... true. People spend time, money, and love on us, in hopes of us being able to return all of those back to them with profit. You don't really hear the words "children" and "investment" together in a sentence, but I think that in this case, it makes a very powerful sentence.
Honestly I don't know if I'm a good investment. I feel like I will grow up to be a disappointment to my family, but I will be happy with myself because I'd like to believe that I have low standards of happiness (that it doesn't take me much to be happy). Of course I'm not striving to be a disappointment, but I hope that my family is prepared if I do become one. In fact, it's not even in my life plan to be one.
I think everybody hits a point in life where they are forced to make a huge decision that will affect them and the route that their life takes. When I think about this, I wonder if I've passed that point already. Then again, there might be more than just one point. It might vary from person to person.
I'm Done Here.
My Saturday is an 8. It's definitely far from being bad, but there is something missing. I'm still sick (probably got worse over last night) and now I have a wet cough. Fortunately it may be the last symptom after a sore throat. Fingers crossed that I'll be better by tomorrow morning and I'll be able to enjoy my Sunday (well, as much as I can with the homework I have). Thanks for reading this post, hope you'll be reading the next one.
"The trouble with life isn't that there is no answer, it's that there are so many answers." - Ruth Benedict
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