I remember the first time I launched a website; it was my website, thankfully, a blog I had at the time. And it was over a decade ago. There’s showing my age.
I wrote about life in my twenties. In retrospect, I should have written about my life with my head in the sand.
Every time I looked at my design, I was proud, thinking — no — assuming I had created this fantastic and formidable website. I designed it myself, which meant no one could tell me otherwise.
But looking back on it, it was terrible. Horrible. Embarrassing.
I remember posting the link to my website on my own Facebook profile (yes, my personal one; that’s how long ago this was), hoping all of my friends would love it, hit like on the post and share it around with their friends.
In fact, I wasn’t hoping — I expected their support and adoration.
A couple of days passed; I had two likes and no shares. To make matters worse, one friend messaged me to tell me all the mistakes I had made on my site, from the tiniest spelling errors to gross structural mistakes.
