Education

I have to admit I love numbers. When I think about what I graduated in, I wish I hadn't gone that route. I know that right now it doesn't make much difference what I graduated in because I wouldn't exactly be imparting that sort of knowledge to my little ones, but I can't help thinking about how much I enjoyed my first two years of classes in college. I started out doing all I could to get my MAcc (Masters of Accounting). I loved all the classes I took and (if I do say so myself) I was good at them. I was a shoe in for the BYU accounting program because I was a girl and because I had a super GPA. What, then, could cause me to stop that and pursue something else? The what is actually a who. Yep that's right, I met my husband and the dreams that had been mine had to be combined with his to be our dreams. I shouldn't make it sound like he wasn't completely supportive; he was, absolutely. But I knew that we both had a lot of schooling ahead of us and I figured life would be just that much easier for us financially if I could get a full time job, shoot for a quicker graduation date and put him through school. That's what I decided to do, and we've been able to stay free of student loans thanks to some sweet jobs I was able to get before and after graduation (and of course, help from parents).

I thought that would be the end of it, but I still find myself counting things all the time and thinking about how much I love numbers. Nerdy, right? But I can't help it. I commented to my husband one time about how often I find myself counting things. I know how many strokes I need to take in my pool to swim 20 minutes. I know how many steps it took to walk around the mall once when I would walk there before the shops open (incidentally you wouldn't believe how many people walk around the mall for exercise before the stores all open). When I feel like quitting on my runs, I just count out 100 steps and usually I've slowed down my breathing enough to keep going. I thought all these things were normal and everyone did them. Until I mentioned some of these things to Paul, and then I realized I truly have OCD of some sort. Or a love? Can you love numbers? Is it like loving art and design and music? In any case, there's my secret. I admitted it: I love numbers.