Day 3 Take 2: 7:21
I don’t remember the exact moment it started, where I was, or even what I thought when I first noticed it.
But then I kept noticing it. It felt like every morning and every evening. I bet I was 11 or 12 years old.
I started developing an almost weird paranoia about it. I was on my guard every morning and evening from around 7:15 until 7:22. I was especially concerned on July 21st of the next few years.
I’m not superstitious. I’m only a little stitious.
But, for whatever reason, this superstition grew over time to really get under my skin. It kept happening. I kept seeing the time.
It bothered me. And, honestly, it bothered me that it bothered me. I don’t want to be the type of person who believes in that type of thing.
Fast forward a few years and I had one of those moments that simultaneously makes you feel incredibly smart and incredibly stupid:
Middle and high school started around 7:30am when I was there. Whether it was my mom, one of my older siblings, or eventually myself driving to school the likelihood of us being on the road at 7:21 in the morning was pretty significant.
As for the evening? Practice. Soccer, football, eventually cross country and/or marching band. Depending on the time of year these practices would likely end anywhere from 5:30 to 7. So how does 7:21 fit in there? Whether I was on the road or was sitting down for dinner, 7:30ish would have been a pretty common time for me to be near a visible clock (I’m talking like the car radio one or the glowing ones on the oven & microwave as opposed to an analog wall clock which can be in the same room but be relatively unnoticeable).
So, what’s the point? The point is not that there’s a simple explanation for everything. Sometimes crazy things happen and I don’t want to get caught trying to diminish your problems or mine.
Sometimes, if not often, things are much simpler than we expect. Life is not out to get us. The game isn’t rigged. There’s not some shadowy power out there conspiring against you.
Let’s take some time to think about our beliefs and consider the possibility that we’ve had some things wrong. I’m not talking about religious or political beliefs, though those do need to be put under a microscope as well. I’m talking about the small things that cause us anxieties which, when we think about them critically, are completely unnecessary.
Like seeing a clock hit a certain time.
The more we can assess the little things that eat away at us, the more we can put them aside.
Chipping away at anxieties by just considering our own thoughts. Sounds worthwhile to me.
Onward and upward,