Real Moment #2

I was so proud of myself, basking in the glow of successfully engineering my way around a digital world. Normally, I would volunteer to put bamboo sticks up my fingernails than trying to figure something out on a website in the settings, template or layout formats. Since the point was to carve out a new professional writing image for myself, I strapped my body in a chair to master the finer points of creating a signature line to end all my outgoing emails.

Armed with one tutorial session from a gorgeous friend, Amy, I tackled my other email account using the same message in the signature. It read:

Lisa, the Queen of Love

Wrap some love around your life!

I did a little jig of happiness around my kitchen table. I had conquered my computer and the crazy-confusing-cyberspace world. I happily sent out emails to friends and family with my shiny new signature and awaited the accolades of success.

POP!

That is the sound of my ego deflating and my bubble of happiness. A very kind and well published new friend ripped off an email warning me of potentially dire news.

"Dear Lisa,

Just noticed your signature and wanted to give you some feedback. Lisa, Queen of Love and wrap some love around your life makes it seem like you're inviting us to your porn site. I know this is the last thing you'd think of, but remember, you are trying to make a professional impression.

Just an observation! It might catch Google and you'll get put into a category you don't want to be."

With shaking hands it takes me three attempts to erase that dirty and disgusting signature from all my emails. Should I have our house purified with burning sage leaves? Should I have a cleansing ritual with drums, setting a chair on fire and covering my body with a mixture of backyard mud, leaves and crushed pine cones?

I am still alive, breathing and have created a new signature that still doesn't have the sizzle and punch I am looking for but it is safe.

 Yep, I dodged another bullet in my real moment.