So I got hacked, again, over the summer. Part of a run of literally one of the worst summers I’ve had for years, where everything bad seems to go wrong at once – more about that in another post. It was one million and one percent, a build up of signs from above telling me I had no choice but to listen.
So yes, my site got hacked. BOTH of them. (and my copy site, and a few others too).
So I could scratch out my own eyeballs trying to find a) someone to fix my site b) fix it myself , both involve waiting, which I am not good at in general or c) just throw up a new site myself in the space of a few hours – just give me ANYTHING where I can write again – of course Instagram isn’t long enough! – and then add in the old content when I find someone who can access it.
So- the new pad! Welcome in. Back to abundant living. Living under grace and glory. Counting blessings and the days until the rain falls on this island.
This is not a dress rehearsal.