Cyber security experts tell us, that when it comes to passwords, we should have different ones for different accounts and change them up on a regular basis. Between my three email accounts, my various social media platforms, my banking, my phone, this place and god only knows however many else, there’s no way I’d remember all of them. Only way I could do that would be to write them all down, which takes away the entire purpose of having passwords in the first place. Not that I expect someone to break into my house simply to log on my computer, mind you, but still. As such, I’ve been trying to streamline them all down to one.
Problem is there are some accounts I use less frequently than others. Case in point, today I went to log onto my publisher’s website so I could start uploading “Red Skies At Midnight.” I only go to the website every six months, though, so I wasn’t sure what password I have for them. Believe me when I say it isn’t any of the four I tried. So I hit the “forgot my password” link, and am now waiting for a new one. In the meantime, I figured I’d listen to some music.
Spotify has a “Discover Weekly” playlist they put out each week, tailored to the music I’ve been listening to recently. I went to play this week’s list, and immediately I knew something was wrong. The song that was listed was not the one playing. I turned it off, turned it back on, and the same thing happened. I thought maybe it was just playing the end of the last song I had been playing, and then it would switch to the new list. Nope, same thing happened. This started to annoy me, albeit more than it should have. I was supposed to be getting this. Why, then, am i getting that?
Don’t get me wrong. I liked the songs they were playing, but it frustrated me. It was far too easy for me to make a big deal about it in my mind. But when I realized there was nothing I could do about it, I made a simple decision. I chose to accept it.
I went on waiting for my new password (30 minutes and counting, createspace. What’s going on here?) while cleaning up my room, checking out Facebook, playing solitaire naturally. A strange thing happened when I did that. I found myself being pleasantly surprised with each new song, because I no longer knew what to expect. It forced me to live in the moment and not be already looking towards the future.
That is a trait I have that I can’t seem to let go of. Yes, there are times I need to do so. If not, how would I be able to make plans for anything? I need to look into the future to know I have to have the new novels here by November 1st (something I’m going to get done by the skin of my teeth. I’d like to blame Irma, but a lot of this is on me and my natural predisposition to procrastination) for instance. And it isn’t that looking to, and living in, the future, doesn’t mean those things are any more important. But it makes the things happening here and now less important.
About seven or eight songs in, I realized they were playing last week’s playlist. Maybe the next time I log in they’ll have the new one playing. Maybe they’ll always be a week behind. Or maybe Spotify has become my own personal “Groundhog Day.” Oh well. But there is one thing I know:
I ain’t changing my password. Can’t imagine what kind of music that might give me.