I just looked at what I wrote in the post below after a long and fruitless night of bumping my head against technical problems and a domain registration company.
I’m leaving it up with it’s typos, fatigue and self-pity to remind me of some things.

If you’d seen me grabbing my coat, and stomping outside at -14C to cool off, you guys might not have responded so kindly.:^)

Go Daddy support are very nice, but nice doesn’t pay the phone bill for tech support and nice hasn’t solved the problems. They won’t budge. Well, I know they can’t budge. They need what they need. At the moment it is four numbers, or photo ID, or…I kind of stopped trying to pay attention.

I got thinking about that. I live simply. And I know in the world we are in it’s almost inconceivable to most people that someone would chose to (or can’t) live without credit or credit cards, or make a deliberate choice not to send photo ID to a US company. Or have a different concept of personal safety.

It’s not how to do business and get ahead. But it is how I chose to live my life. And when the attendent frustrations occur, they are mine to deal with. Millions of people in the world could look at all I have and I would have to hang my head in shame.

I didn’t do very well last night.:^) There has been movement behind the scenes as Cre8d works to correct my stupidness, and I thank them. But I don’t know when this will be worked out. Truthfully, I don’t understand what needs to be done.

I overslept. I didn’t want to get up and face the hotmail inbox today.
Guess what I found?
I found kindness. Why does that always surprise me?
Floods of kindness and support with wonderful touches of identification and humour.
I can butt heads with the best of them, but kindness…kindness and gentleness and patience move past any barrier I have erected in my life, and speed to the core of my being.

As I stomped around last night under a starry winter sky, snow crunching under striding boots, breath freezing the ties on my hood - I was mad at me. Angry because I’m not as smart as I think I am, angry because I can’t solve everything, angry because things don’t get done when I need them done. Angry because I’m temporarily set apart from something I love doing.

What an amazing waste of energy.
My frustration and fatique wasn’t because I’d worked 18 hours trying to get food to someone who is starving. I wasn’t sitting beside the bed of someone I love watching them die. I wasn’t digging a well or growing food. I wasn’t passing out medicine or comforting someone. My frustration is a poor reaction - a missing the mark - to the copious blessings in my life.

Person A has gotten hold of Person B who passed the info they had to Person C, who needs more info to pass it to Go Daddy.
The company has no idea if the domain name will be in their possesion for a day or 60 days. It isn’t their problem. It’s mine.

A blogger got hold of me before I hit the sack and said,
“Hand it over. Just hand it over to people that know what they are doing.”

Yeah. That’s what life is, what blogging is. A shared journey. We bear one anothers burdens, help each other out, whether it be on a global scale or an individual one.

My job right now is to let skilled people do thier job and work with the domain company, and I’m to let go until they are done. And my job right now is:

3 I thank God Whom I worship with a pure conscience, [a]in the spirit of my fathers, when without ceasing I remember you night and day in my prayers,2 Timothy 1:3 Amplified

I can do that!
Blog on!