I was working on the website with Elizabeth recently and we reached a point where we had tried several different methods of authenticating her identity and it still wasn't working. It began to seem silly to me and I started laughing.
There's a state we get into when dealing with technical issues that seems almost like a less happy version of real life--it's not hell exactly but more like heck: a place where nothing seems to work right and everything is twice as annoying as usual. I'm reminded of how long it took me to finish my recent choker (some say it looks sort of Egyptian). It was very frustrating to construct because the chains wouldn't hang right, and I'd already tried using seed beads on strings and that looked bad. So when I finished and it looked just like I wanted I actually cried.
Sometimes frustration builds up over time without us realizing it and it has to be released at some point. I certainly feel this when driving in rush hour traffic.
The frustration feels the same whether not being able to get past all the other cars, not being able to get the website to work, or not being able to get all the chains to attach to the jump ring properly. This makes me question whether making websites is a type of creative work, or perhaps creative work is rife with technical difficulties and is a type of journey.
Any thoughts?
Hope to hear from you,
--Pam