Numbers, numbers. It’s what is swirling in my head this morning. Can’t seem to let them go, erase my mind and attend to the now.
7: 7, the number of pills I take daily
5: 5 years til I can breathe a tad easier, this is the benchmark for survival
1: one year since I was diagnosed
1: one month til my oldest son heads off for college
1: one week til Richard and I head to California for a much needed vacation
1: one hour til I leave for a venue site inspection, I love my job
1: 1 minute I can only strive for living in this minute, this moment, this space, it’s the ONE number I can truly control , the only number that matters.