I really thought that by this age, I was immune to the pressures of my peers. Wrong. Enter “Wordle” and my whole world took a drastic turn. Dramatic? Maybe. But, honestly, how could a simple word game unnerve me?
One of my soul sisters was posting her “Wordle” results on Facebook. I had no idea what it was which isn’t unusual. It’s like keeping up with the Joneses. Ironically, I am a Jones and I limit trying to keep up with myself. Anyway, on Sunday, she posted her results which sparked a thread of ready participants. I jumped on the bandwagon not knowing what the hell I was joining. I trusted I wasn’t being led to anything shady. “Wordle” -https://www.powerlanguage.co.uk/wordle/ – is a computer game that allows you six tries to find the five-letter word of the day. That’s it. Each try dictates which letter is correct/incorrect and if it is correct, it will indicate if the placement is right or wrong. If your choice of letters are incorrect, they will be colored gray. It is process of elimination.
As a writer, I thought how hard can it be? Words are my bitch. They are rooted deep within me, so why would this be a challenge? I was very, very wrong. While they gray out the letters that aren’t in the word, it doesn’t stop my brain from trying to use them anyway. This morning, I muttered “dumbass” to myself over and over again as I tried to solve the mysterious word of the day. I squealed as I found it in four tries. Yesterday, “Wordle” defeated me, but today I a winner! The life of a middle-age woman is very glamorous and I am riding this euphoric wave until tomorrow’s challenge. Will I outsmart the “Wordle” gods or will they clap with glee upon my demise? Time will tell.
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