As we near the final deadline for our web development project, I am growing increasingly worried about having done enough. This sounds silly even as I write it just because of the absurd amount of time I’ve dedicated to this project, but I have not taken many classes like this one where the grading rubric is on a project-by-project basis, and there are no clear-cut rules outlining what we need to do. Looking back at the goals I had outlined for myself, I realized that I have pretty much met them all. I did some styles changes to the theme, I made a custom post type for Wine Bars with a custom taxonomy to sort them by neighborhood, and I created a custom page with a plugin to help me sort events!
My love/hate relationship with WordPress continues, but I have worked through most of my frustration with going live last week. I realized the source of the problem: CyberDuck was not actually processing the changes I was making unless I uploaded files and folders one at a time. Figuring this out was a huge relief because I was getting incredibly frustrated with my live site not matching the local one. I felt like a parent who loves one child more than another, favoring my local site and being afraid to look at the live site.
While sifting through old posts to figure out exactly what my objectives had been going into this project, I realized how far I have come. No, I will not be pursuing a life as a web developer any time soon, but I’ve gone from feeling overwhelmed by the thought of touching anything, to actually enjoying messing with parts of the code I can (sort of) understand and seeing what changes they cause. I am pretty much happy with where the site is at, although I will continue to mess around with meta boxes. They are fine, but I am still not completely comfortable working with them. Depending on how much time I have in the next week, I would like to do more with them in my custom post types. As Barney Stinson would say: challenge accepted meta boxes.
Sounds like you’re in good shape! Very glad to hear this:
P.S. Barney Stinson, ftw.