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I Can’t Create Any More Passwords! Not Even The One To My Heart

I can’t create any more passwords!  There are so many in my life that I now have a list, seven pages long.   Oh it started out easy enough, with middle names strung together and dates of birth and titles to favorite songs.  Now, due to thieves, a password can no longer be so easily remembered.  It has to be a capital letter and a symbol and a number and something upside down and backwards and whatever.  I cannot remember all of  these passwords.  And for once, I know it has nothing to do with age.  We are all helpless in this regard now.  The warnings are there.

Don’t let your ATM password be the same as your Macy’s chargecard password, or you could get hacked. Don’t let your Netflix password be the same as the one you use to make your car payment password or your bank accounts will all read zero the next time you go to your ATM. Also do not go to an ATM but if you must, cover your hand while typing in your impossible to remember password.

And it’s not just your money.  If the hackers guess the right thing, they will have entree into every single aspect of your life.  As you are reading this, some pimply Russian could be spending every dime of your social security benefits!

Beware… Be careful.  Be very, careful. And it got me to thinking.  I cannot even think of any more passwords that I can actually remember! My seven page long password list has to be protected like a magical kingdom.  When traveling, I actually print it out and hide it deep in my bag in case my phone gets wrecked so life as I know it does not grind to a complete halt!   I have to fold it up and put it in my purse so that I have everything I need.  But then I worry some nosey maid could become the Raider of my Password Ark while I’m in the shower and bingo! My life is destroyed.

In the recent past I never used bring anything valuable enough to put in a hotel safe. But these days, you guessed it: I lock up my passwords every time I brush my teeth or I leave my hotel room.

This constant need for secret codes got me to thinking.  What is the password for my life?  My Heart? What is the word or phrase that unlocks the most important parts of “the new” me?

If I had to pick just one, what would it be? “RUokay2018?” “Whattheheckhappened@50?” “DianeRock$!!” “ThisI$HardButImmaMakeit?!!!” Quite frankly I’m sick of the whole thing! So I’m wondering: is it important to have a life that is password protected?  Is there a tangible reason to lock things away and be the only person on Earth with access to my heart portal?

But, my dear Leftat50’s, that is exactly how I have been living.  How about you?

We all go through major life transitions when relationships end… Through this website, I will share my thoughts as I walk the path of “New-Self” discovery. It doesn’t matter which side of 50 you are on. The real question is, Are you ready to live life? To forge a Path of Your Own Making (For a change!)? Then stop dwelling over the What-Might-Have-Beens and join me. Share your thoughts here, comment on mine, and let’s do this together!



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