Trying to Connect it all. A Day Of Frustrations and Lessons Learned.

Today was supposed to be a simple task. Just one small goal: get my Blogger posts to automatically share on my Facebook Disability page using IFTTT. It sounded so easy—just connect a few services, click a few buttons, and let the automation do the rest.

Instead, it turned into a long, frustrating ordeal.

I followed all the steps. I connected Blogger to IFTTT. I linked it to my Facebook Page. I created triggers and actions, tested feeds, read logs, and waited. And waited. And waited.

I posted a simple test blog—nothing fancy. Just a quick message saying this was only a test to see if it would show up on my Facebook page. But nothing showed up. Not after five minutes. Not after fifteen. Not after checking the feed again, refreshing IFTTT, or reviewing all the settings that were supposedly “on” and “connected.”

I double-checked my feed URL. I made sure Facebook Pages was connected, not just my personal profile. I tried using the regular feed trigger. I tried using one that asked for keywords—only to find out I’d have to put a specific phrase in every post just to make it work. I even rebuilt the applet from scratch.

Still, nothing posted.

At some point, I had to stop and ask myself—why am I putting myself through this stress?

The truth is, I’m tired. Not just tired of this tech setup, but of the way these tools are supposed to make things easier, and yet sometimes they end up adding more confusion. I just wanted to share my writing and make it easier for people to follow what I post. Instead, I spent the day troubleshooting instead of blogging, problem-solving instead of reflecting, clicking through screens instead of connecting with people.

So you know what? I’m giving myself permission to stop.

From now on, I’ll post my blogs manually. And maybe that’s not a failure—it’s actually a choice. It means I get to write a personal caption each time. I get to take a moment to invite people into what I’ve written. I get to be present, not automated. And honestly, that feels better.

Sometimes we think technology should make everything effortless. But sometimes, the effort of doing things by hand gives us something tech can’t: presence, intention, and control.

So if you’re reading this, thank you for sticking with me—through the posts, through the frustrations, and through the learning curves. I may not have figured out IFTTT today, but I figured out something even more valuable: it’s okay to slow down, and it’s okay to do things your own way.

 

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