don't you just love it when a child who has been asked how old they are will fiddle with their fingers until they finally get the right combo. for some reason, the number 3 is the hardest to show. try it. can you feel the remaining fingers try to jump into the act? sometimes, a kid will hold down the other fingers so that 3 is clearly shown.
one of my first memories happened when i was three. my red rocking horse was in the dining room and i sat atop pretending to be someone going somewhere. i remember thinking, "i am three, no one loves me.". i am sure it wasn't meant to be a rhyme, but it clearly showed that i felt alone. perhaps i had just been punished or i could not find anyone to play with me.
one, two, three, GO! was our way of starting a race. the contestants would put their feet right behind the line drawn by a stick in the dirt. then the caller would count one.... two.... three.... GO! what fun it was to draw out the numbers, especially if it made a contestant cross the line too early.
whether it's 1, 2, 3 or 3, 2, 1, the numbers in order depict the imminent start of something. it's as if the word go needs three words to build up steam, rev the engines, or muster the courage to take action. and so today, i have been occupied with 3 as the start of the final countdown.
having lost 27 lbs since march 1, i realize i am losing motivation to keep going. were this time to extend much longer, i am sure 'cheating' would take place. two months is a long time to keep up this regimen. however, i have done it! and now the final countdown begins. and on monday afternoon, i will wake up from surgery to start a new journey toward health and well-being.
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