Three

As some of you know (as I’m pretty sure I have complained about it at some point), I am very particular about numbers.  I do NOT like odd numbers.  My least favorite number is three.  When young, I was convinced the number 3 was a demon or the devil or at least something pure evil.  If I did anything three times, someone would die, or some other disaster would happen.  I was mostly concerned that I would kill family members by doing something three times.  I’m not making this up or exaggerating at all.  It was part of the OCD monster, but I didn’t know it at the time.

So, three days ago (3!!) I woke at 3:33 am.  I was not happy about that and a feeling of dread started creeping in.  I had to go back to sleep, at least for one more minute!

I got control over that thought and those emotions quickly and made myself just get up since I was wide awake.  Guess what?  My sister injured her shoulder and is in pain.  Pure coincidence, right?  HUGS to you , sis!  I hope your shoulder is better today!

Today marks the third day in a row of waking at 3:33 am!  What the heck is happening!  Is the end of times?  I couldn’t believe it at first.

But then, since I’ve had six decades of fighting fears, my brain very quickly solved the problem.  No problem, my brain soothes, 3 days at 3:33.  How many 3’s does that make?  It makes four!  Four is my favorite number.  Problem solved, evil neutralized.  I can get on with my day now.

**Edit**  As I get ready to push publish, I realize it is December 3rd!  AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!  That makes five!  Oh my aching old brain, think!

Oh right, it doesn’t count because the date doesn’t have anything to do with when I wake up.  They are not connected.  SHEW!  I got out of that one.

Enjoy your Tuesday.