“Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments” – Seasons Of Love
Last week miss Carrie inspired this post with hers. Although, she actually added some pretty awesome ecards and I mean, I can’t compete with that.. So I am going to say this is my own spin! I think it is such a great idea. Our lives seem to be so consumed with numbers. Weight, blog followers, twitter followers, number of errands to do, countdowns, days, money, everything comes down to a number. It kind of irritates me, I don’t really like writing down numbers, I think my 5’s look too much like an “S” and my 4’s look like 9’s (maybe that is why I never did exceptional in math class. hmm). But for the fun of it, I am going to take a look at my life.. In numbers.
>> 22, the age I will be this year. It sounds so old to me. How could I be 22? I mean at least I will be able to sing with T.Swift “I don’t know about you… But I’m feeling 22”
>> 15, the age I was when I met Jamie. If only I knew then what a huge part of my life he would become only a short 3 years later.
>> 236, the number of days it has been since I last saw my bestie. I think that means a trip is in order.
>> 52, the average number the bestie and I talk on a daily basis.
>> 3, the number of pictures I usually post to instagram daily.
>> 91, the number of times I tell mr. Smokey Joe I love him in a day
>> 1, the number of Green Monsters I drink in a day
>> 2, the number of Green Monsters I had today
>> 141, the number of posts I have published (after this goes live) since starting this little blog of mine
>> 141, the total number of quotes I have started each blog post with
>> 2, the number of injuries I have obtained from knitting.
>> 1, the number of current knitting injuries I have to deal with (muscle strain in my shoulder)
>> 80, the age I am at heart.
>> 2, the number of tattoos I want. Or one? 2 things done at the same visit side by side.. Does that count as one or two?
>> 27, the length in inches that my hair is when straightened
>>45, the number of NASCAR driver I can name after almost 4 years of being with Jamie. I know, impressive.
>> 1, the number of movies I can recite the entire thing from start to finish.. Matilda.
>> 2, the number of cows I have claimed as my own (and named) on the way to Jamie’s parents house.
>> 5, my favourite number.
>> 86,400, “seconds in a day/ to turn it all around or throw it all away/ we gotta tell them that we love them / while we got the chance to say / gotta live like we’re dying”
Tell me your numbers!
What is the most significant number if your life?