I believe II

This is the second half of the I believe prompt. What do you not believe?

There are few things I would negate with all my heart. These are the ones I can think of.

I don’t believe in beating myself up when I make a mistake. We all make mistakes – some are corkers that seem to blindside us and some are little thorns that inch their way into our psyche – either way, I let it go. I pick myself up and learn from those mistakes. And I’m kind to myself. It’s better not to allow that inner conversation to wipe out all your good points because you’ve made one mistake.

I don’t believe in a God-given right to say whatever you think, whenever you think it, no matter who you’re speaking to or what the subject is. There is a place and time for everything and the time for speaking out should be well chosen. I’m thinking here of personal relationships, not grandiose social causes. So the picnic table your husband made is a little wonky. Is it necessary to tell him that in front of friends when he’s proudly showing off his work? When your child is telling a grandparent about a good grade he got, is that the time to bring up the poor grade in another subject? By the way, I don’t always get this one right. That’s when I refer to the point above.

I don’t believe everything I see or hear in my wanderings around the Internet. It’s important to ask yourself some key questions when reading web articles (or any article, for that matter). Who wrote this, and why? What are their motives for sending this article out onto the Web highway? What facts support their hypothesis? How trustworthy are those facts? Statistics are my favourite “fact” that can be manipulated to support virtually any argument. If an article contains statistics, be doubly wary. How trustworthy is the author? There appears to be a large sector of the population who believe everything they read or hear and rush to disseminate it to friends and family. And so urban legends are born. My cousin saw it on the Net, so it must be true!

What about you? What are the things you don’t believe with all your heart?
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Open letter to WordPress and Automattic

Dear guys ‘n gals, I read your January roundup of statistics with interest and pride. After all, I fly with WordPress, so I feel that to some tiny extent, your successes are mine. I was amazed to read how few employees WordPress has in comparison to Facebook. And that thought brings me to the reason for this letter.

I heard this week that Facebook has just bought Whatsapp for an enormous sum of money and my heart sank. I’ve just started using this nifty little app to keep in touch with family members who are far away. I love the fact that there are no adverts and that after your message is sent, it’s deleted. I have to ask myself why Facebook spent so much on this app if, indeed, they have no intention of changing it and milking it for as much revenue as possible, just as they’ve done with their flagship product.

So here’s my plea, guys and gals. Please, please, please don’t sell out to any of your competitors. Please don’t start bombarding our blogs with advertising to make more revenue. I know you have one small ad on the free blogs, and I can handle that. And I think bloggers are allowed to run ads if they want to. That’s their choice. I certainly won’t go looking for blogs that bombard me with ads!

There is so much I love about WordPress, not least of all the fact that I can have a voice out there and it doesn’t cost me anything. My voice is not so important, but you give a voice to multitudes of people with vitally important messages, from those who want political change in oppressed countries, to those who document their daily struggles with various problems, thus encouraging the rest of us. I love the way you shepherd and encourage your bloggers with daily and weekly prompts designed to get the most incalcitrant of us to put pen to paper. And I love the way you promote interesting and relevant writing on Freshly Pressed.

You have a winner – please don’t change.

Respectfully your (sometimes in)frequent flier,
Margaret Brizzolari

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