Passwords

My old writing chair creaks as I settle into it after so long of a time. The springs in the cushion sound rusty, though I know its likely just my imagination that's disused. The backrest groans a bit as I slouch down into a familiar stance. I set my fingertips to the keys and smile ever so slightly. 

I have missed this.

The world grinds on and I have been grinding away with it. So much so that it’s been a year since I started this particular post. Passwords are the thing, of course. I have long since forgotten my password for this account and that provided a convenient excuse for me to not write. It’s fallacy, to be sure, but it assuaged my chaotic mind to think that that was the reason for not coming back to the blog. But then, I was sitting at my desk at work reliving all my decisions that had led me to that day (I can’t say I remember why I was so maudlin but such are my moods) when I thought that I should look up the old grey tome and see what had become of it. 

And lo, it lived! *Insert obligatory Frankenstein meme*

There they were, Heather and Randy, still posting after all this time. I read through their latest posts and thought to myself, “Slacker. How have you been so neglectful?” 

I knew why, but that did little to dispel the pang of guilt I felt. I mean, had the blog been idle while I was gone, I would have been sad. Yet, some small part of myself had hoped to come back to it, blow the dust off, and be the one to resurrect this once vibrant system of thought and word. The hubris of a dormant writer, I suppose.

But I am glad to see my friends still carrying on! It is wonderful to see and read their stories again. And in my excitement in finding not a digital graveyard but rather a blog that is more than alive and well, I notice a small blue link at the top right of the page. “Sign In” it said in 9 point light navy blue. Could I be so lucky? Is it possible that at least one of my devices remember the holy password that I had thought lost to time? Dare I press my fat fingered exuberance on the temptation that was those Phtalo letters, risking the tragic loss of hope at finding my way back to this wonderful little corner of the interwebs?

“Fuck it,” I mumbled as I stabbed my finger at the link.

*Hallelujah Chorus*

And so it was that my phone, upgraded so many times for that lowly version that I began with all those years ago, carried the deep magic with it all this time. I smiled and thought to myself, “ I can begin again.”

Oh fine…I know I could just use password recovery but truth be told, I don’t remember the password to the email account to which it is tied. 🤷‍♂️