What I Think About Because I Don't Count

My friend Janine counts when she works, walks, talks and cooks. She confesses this with great humour and honesty. I don't count. I can't even keep 10 digits in my head. I have a husband who counts; a mother who counts and probably my son Joshua counts given his nature.

Numbers scare me. I make mistakes when I add. I struggle with percentages which is kind of diffcult given my proclivity to bargain shop. I can't reconcile my cheque book. Numbers aren't my friends.

So if I am not counting as many of those I love do, what do I think about or what does my brain do while I work, walk, talk and cook? My initial reaction was to admit that I think nothing. I "sermonize". I think about metaphors for greater truths. I construct paragraphs and try to find the right words to express ideas. I edit. I persuade. I try to connect current events with ideas that I am trying to teach. And like Janine, I get annoyed when I am interrupted sometimes because it feels like someone just walked into my lecture with clicky shoes. If people actually heard what I say in my head, they might be trying to help me find a way to embrace numbers.