Last night, right after midnight, when I thought I would be extending my Wordle streak, I found out that I had broken it.
In other words, I thought I had played Wordle yesterday, but I hadn’t. If I had opened up the New York Times app a few minutes before I did, I wouldn’t have broken my streak.
That sent me on streaks of negative thoughts and feelings, surprising in their intensity. I thought about my unbroken and long streaks in daily blogging and tweeting over the years, despite some very challenging and overwhelming days. I felt streaks of regret, disappointment, and self judgment about that unconsciously broken Wordle streak, caused by simple forgetfulness (or perhaps disorientation because of the time change).
Because I wanted to maintain my current short streak of good night’s sleeps, I tried to let go of those streaks of negative thoughts and feelings by searching online for “streaks Wordle.” First I found this …
… which isn’t totally accurate, because you can break your streak simply by not playing the game for one day.
Then, I found an article about people deliberately breaking their Wordle streaks in support of striking New York Times employees, which had this headline:
And the last line of that article helped me maintain my streak of non-sleepless nights.
Now, I need to embrace the chaos of the unknown and maintain my ten-year streak of blogging by sharing these images with you.
It looks like the Daily Bitch has broken a streak, too.
When I search YouTube for “streaks” I find this…
… and this:
Thanks to all who help me maintain my blogging streak, including YOU!
You’re still the Cal Ripken of WordPress to me, Ann.
Thank you, Mark.
When my first Wordle streak was broken at 130 days — because I was unable to solve it in 6 guesses — I spent a few seconds yelling “No! No!”. Luckily no one else was around to hear me and ask what was wrong. It’s just as well: about a month later my streak was broken when I was in a plane over the International Date Line and I never experienced January 1. I was only at about 30 games then, and it would have been much harder if I hadn’t had that earlier miss. Current streak is 20.
Thanks for sharing about your streaks, Debbie.
About the only times I fail is when I get four letters, missing only the first. Like edge. Okay. Then. Hedge, Ledge, Sedge, Vedge, Wedge. Anybody’s guess.
I can relate!
I experienced the same disappointment not that long ago, Ann. I was over 300 strong and did precisely the same. I don’t know what happened, but I did miss a day, and I was so let down. It’s a fun addiction!
It’s fun to share this experience with you, my friend!
I’ve done the same…. After the initial reflex name calling and self blame … I forgave my brain and gave myself a break. The numbers are only worthwhile while they support us, and how we aspire to be. They are meaningless when we let them go.
Always worth checking in on what is driving us. Is it from the heart, or from external pressure that we take on?
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Thanks for this profound comment, my friend.
the first thing that came to mind was the streak of streakers who ,for a while, nakedly crashed many major events. such a funny trend.
That association streaked through my mind too, beth.
I am so sorry that you felt stressed by breaking your wordle streak accidentally. It was a long streak. But you have been a diligent blogger for even longer! So I hope you go easy on yourself.
Thanks for your unbroken streak of empathy, Maureen.
PS, If you could have just instructed your phone to identify as being in a different time zone, for example my time zone, your streak would be unbroken! In a way it was unbroken because at the time you realized you had accidentally broken it, it was nowhere near midnight where I am.
Thanks for your streaks of creativity and brilliance, Maureen!