I want to count. I just don’t want to count.
Say what?
I want to count in life. I want to make a difference. I want to know that what I did in life counted for something.
I just want to stop counting.
I count:
-my carbs
-my calories
-my steps
-my days,
-my change
-my pennies
-my blessings
-sheep
-the top ways to do things
-my pills
-my reps
-my running time
I even count the number of words in a story about counting. Can someone please tell me how much longer it will be until I can count and stop counting? Oh, shoot. I guess that would make me dead. “To be or not to be,” that is now the question.
Let’s chat. What do you count? Do you hate counting it? Please answer in the comments section, and tell me all about it.
Weight Watchers points. Enough said.
I hate counting. I have not used Algebra in real life. Stats and geometry, yes. There’s a 99.4 percent chance the angle of my derriere won’t fit into that vertical pencil skirt.
Oh pencil skirts àre over rated and out of style anyway.