“Are you kidding me?” I cry at the screen that has alerted me that I am now locked out of my grad school site “for security purposes” as my password was incorrect five times in a row. Seeking articles on the university library site came to an immediate halt when suddenly, my password was necessary to access an article.
“What’s wrong over there?” my husband asks from the other room.
I explain to him the source of my trauma.
“Whose going to want to get into my account anyway? Who are they protecting it from?” I ask.
“They are protecting it from yourself,” he says, as he watches TV without a flinch.
I ususally brush off his smart— comments when my distress becomes his playground for words. But this time is different.
All day I’ve worked on transcribing interviews, analyzing data, searching for articles and writing up sections of an article. I’d not even taken a break for a walk on this 30 degree day in Minnesota.
I shut my laptop and grab my notebook to write this down.
“These things don’t just happen,” I hear a voice in my head.
(I had another paragraph drafted to explain the learning here, but I deleted it as I think the lesson is obvious. And, I’m too lazy to revise it today.)
I’m participating in twowritingteachers March 2018 Slice of Life Challenge of writing a blog post every day for the month of March. I’ve already missed a day, so I’m out of the contest for prizes, but no worries. I’m just going to keep plugging along. 🙂
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