It seems to be universal for people to mark occasions, events and important life epochs in terms of numbers – whether it’s a 12th birthday party or your child is counting down the days until Christmas.
I’ve been thinking about that this week and reflecting on numbers that currently have meaning in my life, so I thought I’d share…
It is 40 days until I’m here!
Yes, that’s right! 40 days until we are relaxing on a beach in Hamilton Island!!!!!
I don’t think I’ve ever looked forward to a holiday more in my entire life.
Another number I’m focussing on is…
Tomorrow, on August 20, Souljourneyboy and I hit a milestone – 19 years together. 19 years ago, we were at a friend’s 17th birthday party and Souljourneyboy asked me to go for a walk. It was raining lightly and we paused by a street light and decided to “go out”. Aww, I hear you say. It was very sweet, and the rest, as they say, is history 🙂
And now for another number…
The number of kilos I would like to lose! I don’t know why losing 5 kilos is harder than losing 15, but there you go. It just is.
The number of times I have been sick this winter! I am so sick of being sick. I am drinking honey tea, popping vitamins and antibiotics and Codral tablets, sucking on throat lozenges and steaming my head with Vix vapour rub. I’m battling this thing head on.
What are you counting down for or celebrating this week?
I haven’t posted for a while – mostly because I have been ridiculously busy – and then I got sick – but also because after the Jonah Day described here I had a few more. Stuff was going wrong at work, at home, with the kids and cars and even the plumbing – how depressing!
And then – just like Anne Shirley promised – a new day came and the sun came out and all was right with the world once more.
I decided I just couldn’t fit parent teacher interviews into the week, so I emailed the kids’ teachers and got brilliant responses back which were so encouraging. They are all doing great at school. Work calmed down and I decided to get serious about trying to lose my extra winter kilos – and I lost 1.5kg over the past week. I booked in some much-needed leave and decided I am going to host Christmas, which I am really looking forward to. The broken tap got fixed by a very able plumber and I also had an impromptu career counseling session with someone very knowledgeable which was really helpful.
And most importantly – a totally unexpected and very exciting door opened up at work. It’s so lovely how the universe works sometimes. After feeling like such a failure on my horrible Jonah Day I got a call from a manager in a different division encouraging me to apply for a secondment in her division – much bigger management role, and one I would never have thought I could have applied for, had she not rung. I applied – and got it for a six-month period! I start next February and am really excited – it will be a big challenge, but I’m up for it.
So I am pleased to report that Jonah Days – and indeed, Jonah fortnights – do end eventually.