400 Days

If you know me, you know that I have a passion for numbers. If you don’t know me, you know now.

My colleagues call me lovingly a nerd, and I am very honoured by it. Numbers used to be my safe place. They were always reliable. 1+1=2. They were the counterpart to my very unstable homelife. I grew up never knowing what mood my mum would throw at me to deal with.

But numbers were the same every single time. They were my best friends, until I met my best friend in 7th grade.

Today, I realised that it will be exactly 400 days until I step back into a classroom, and it blew my mind for many different reasons. For 400 days, I can choose what I want to do. I do not really need to be anywhere. Yes, I have booked some flights, but who cares? Except for extra money, it might cost me I can decide every day anew where I want to be and what I want to do.

The other aspect is that I can live my life whichever way I want to. In most places I go to, nobody knows me. Every day is a new day, and every day I can decide who I want to be. I am not a teacher, a friend, a lover, a neighbour, I am who I am, as Gloria Gaynor famously stated.

And last but not least, every single day, I can work on my ability to cherish my life, which in the hustle and bustle of day-to-day routines might get lost. I was reminded of it last night when we became witnesses to an altercation that led to the death of a man. Life can be f… short. That is why everyone needs to hike their own hike and enjoy it.

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