I hit my 500th post soon, May 11th if my math is correct. I was excited about 100 and relieved to reach a year. However, 500 feels like an arbitrary collection of digits. I could be equally excited about the progressive symmetry of 468. Or 343 as a palindromic cube.
Some numbers matter
The difference between 1st place and 2nd.
The last 10 minutes when I have promised to swim for 1/2 hour instead of 20 minutes.
The word count requirement on my latest assignment.
Some numbers don’t
Hubby and I have both forgotten our anniversary, 6th & 12th respectively. I felt amused rather than unloved. Hubby appears to have survived my defection (recounted here), with possibly a trace of relief that we are now even.
Years ago, I called my father to wish him a happy birthday. He said, “Thank you. It was two weeks ago.”
Why carry on?
If accumulating a high number of posts isn’t the goal, what is? First, I found I missed the blog during my holiday break. Second, it amuses me as a problem-solving exercise: can I come up with a diverting horse-related tidbit each day? That tells you all you need to know about my pursuit of writing as an artistic endeavor. I’m an information junkie. It’s what I read. It’s what I write.
Which numbers matter to you? Which don’t?
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