[WordPress # 456702]: Writing & Editing – looking for a “Find / Replace” function
Dear WordPress support,
I’m trying to backtrack through 349 posts and 5,778 comments in order to change my children’s names to pseudonyms. I’ve searched through every support page you’ve got, but I can’t find a tool that will search for a particular word and change it, or even one that will simply find it throughout the text.
My mom says I’m too old to pull an all nighter, so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
Re [WordPress # 456702]: Writing & Editing – looking for a “Find / Replace” function
I’m sorry but there isn’t a search and replace tool available.
Automattic / WordPress.com
Re Re [WordPress # 456702]: Writing & Editing – looking for a “Find / Replace” function
First of all, it would have been simply lovely if you could have at the very least used my name. I mean honestly, would it have killed you to have employed just the slightest touch of personalization as you said, Sorry, kid; you’re screwed?
Next time kiss me first, would ya, Nick?
I’m up to September of 2008. I’ve made it through sixty-one posts changing names – one word at a time.
Although it’s a daunting job, I’ve found it almost enjoyable. (Almost.)
I never kept a journal growing up. I tried a few times, but inevitably ended up about six pages in writing, Dear Diary, I know it’s been a long time since I last wrote. It just wasn’t my thing. So I can’t look back on the awkward years in middle school or relive the drama of high school through the eyes of an angst-ridden fourteen year-old. Instead, I have to rely on dusty memories, no doubt softened over time. It’s probably for the best. I’m not sure I really want to remember much of it anyway. Especially that time freshman year that I finally worked up the courage to call my crush of crushes to invite him to the Sadie Hawkins dance and got so nervous that I hung up without warning mid-conversation. Without records, I’m free to write (or rewrite) my history any way that I see fit.
But these past twenty-two months are different. They are documented. There’s no turning away from the reality of what these nearly two years have been – at least through my lens. It’s all out there, for better and worse.
Looking back over the old posts, I see how far my little family has come – and in some cases how very little we’ve moved. I watch my own evolution through the posts – as a mother, as a friend, as an advocate, as a wife. I hear my voice as it emerges – stronger, clearer, more and more my own. I feel the ebb and flow of doubt. I see that it recedes at times, but it’s never really gone. I see patterns repeated.
I see all that I’ve gained on this path – starting with compassion, understanding and connection. I watch my own perspective shimmy and shift with time. I watch the emergence of community and my awe at finding out that I was not alone. I see the gratitude that shines through each and every one of those early posts. I hope I’ll find it in the later ones too. I even see some of what I’ve lost since I started this journey.
So I hope you’ll forgive me if I slip for a while in real-time. I’m living in the past this week. And it turns out it ain’t all bad.
Just don’t tell Nick. I’m still mad at him.