I didn’t used to be a numbers person. I struggled with math in school. I labeled myself a words person and let the issue lie.
When I first went back to work after T was born, I went for an administrative position. I was promoted to an account manager, and suddenly I was using numbers a lot more than before. Now I’m an office administrator at a different firm, and I’ve become more comfortable with numbers.
It’s had it’s effect on me.
I notice I have started calculating time based on what I perceive as major events. I feel as if time moves slowly and quickly, at the same time.
When I need a reality check, I do the calculations:
It’s been 24 months since I got divorced and started this bloggy.
Which means it’s only been 5 years and 4 months since I was married,
and 5 years and 7 months since my son was born.
I graduated from college 7 years and 5 months ago,
and anything before that is one million lifetimes ago.
I’ve been alive for 28 years and 7 months.
In the twenty-four months, I have:
Started 1 editorial business and took on 4 clients
Edited 4 novels and several short stories
Met 3 people on 2 different dating sites
Gone on 12.5 dates
Blogged 333 times
Met 3 bloggers in person
Tweeted 12,200+/- times
Volunteered as a contributing editor for 2 websites
Wrote a 50,000 word novel and started 4 others
Decided to grow my hair out for 5 years
Attended 10 T-ball games
Hung out with various friends approximately 17 jillion times
And spent as much time as possible with my adorable little boy.
Happy Second Anniversary, Unintentionally Brilliant!