I wake and open my eyes after being up till 4:30 a.m. with a cell phone and computer attempting to establish an i cloud password. It is 7:30 a.m. as I make a slice of toast and return to bed hoping to sleep as we all need more than 3 hours a night to reset the body. At 11:30 a.m. I wake, force myself out of bed reeling from the night before with my computer adventure.
Angry to have to wait 4 hours for a decision on how to obtain a password that “sticks,” I re-read every web site formerly explored and find another way. As a single parent this was my mantra/motto,
“There’s always a way.”
And as it worked for me during those challenging years, it worked tonight. Finding the site for Apple password change I once again travel the screens. This time when I was told of my success in password change I checked out the screen with the white, 30 something female computer geek who is problably making 250 k a year. While I hate her I send her love and go through her directions reinserting the “new password.” It takes much thought and I breathe heavily for the next 5 to 7 minutes making selections. I think, “This is more taxing than The Who Wants to be a Millionaire,” but. I continue as I sweat and give it my all knowing no million dollars is at the end of this journey.
I keep my trusty address book by my side just in case I forget the password as my eyes a beginning to droop but the brain remains engaged. I tell myself, “Come on eyeballs get over it,” and slap my face. I become more alert and low and behold, IT STICKS, THE PASSWORD IS ACCEPTED.
I AM SUCCESSFUL.
I AM AN APPLE SUCCESS STORY.
I AM PROUD.
What can I do to celebrate? It is 4:30 a.m. I am in Florida in the middle of a pandemic.
I can dye my hair,
and in 2 1/2 hours I can make an appointment for my quarterly teeth cleaning.