The other day I was asked to come up with a number between 1 and 255. I chose 133. I don't know why, I just did. I, in my analytical mind, continue to question why 133. Strange that I would question and not just move on with life I know, but I am who I am. So, like my FAVE movie, You've Got Mail, I'm coming up with reasons I would have subconsciously chosen 133.
Thus follows my downward spiral thought pattern:
Tonight, driving home, the number popped in my head again. Maybe 1 exciting event is going to happen when I'm 33.
Wow I'm going to be 33 in 5 years.
Oh my, in 12 years I'm going to be 40. (Here panic sets in.)
Oh Lord please let me move out of my parents house by the time I'm 40. Oh who are we kidding, by the time I'm 33,...but really 29.
I'm going to be single forever.
Depressed eye glaze.
All within moments while driving after an encouraging lecture and fellowship time. Sometimes it is a slow fade down the slippery slope of pity. Other times it's taking the unexpected entrance ramp and going 0 to 133 in 60 seconds.
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