My life is consumed by numbers,
And I don’t even like them.
I count the points I eat and the steps I take.
I watch the digits on the scale fluctuate.
I track the miles per day I drive.
I am aware of the numbers the bank says I have in my account.
I race the clock, constantly trying to squeeze in “one more thing”.
The number on the calendar controls my daily activities.
I track how many people have read my blog post.
I’ve memorized my 14 digit library card number because my card no longer scans.
Today, a new number entered my world. I’ve known it was coming for days. I guessed where I would be when it appeared. I was about a mile off in my prediction.