Numbers are not my friends!
I finally admit it. I have never been good with numbers and I have little interest in them.
Tell me something about a population, or a price, or a percentage, or a calendar date - and it's in one ear and out the other.
I have beaten myself up about it for years. I have not been able to figure out why my brain just doesn't store numbers and then recall them when needed. But, it doesn't. It's a secret I have had for a long time…but now, I'm shouting out loud "I can't remember numbers!!" Aw, that's freeing… to let people finally know. I'm coming out of the mathematics closet!
Now, I can add, subtract, multiply, and divide….with pencil and paper. Thankfully I can survive enough in this world with the number knowledge I have.
But, beyond that I can not keep track of numbers. Ask me what I spent at the grocery store yesterday. I don't know. Ask me how much the fence bid I recently got is. I don't know. Ask me what channel in HD my favorite shows are on. I don't know.
I am left-handed, which makes me right-brained, and I think it is the creative side/the artistic side of the brain. Right? So, I have always enjoyed visual things, and hearing music. I love doing crafts and enjoy the beauty of nature. I play music (not as well as I'd like) and I love listening (deeply) to the instruments of music and into lyrics. I do excel in the artistic - but I also know I'm no genius of the arts. But it's what I prefer, and it's what brings me happiness.
Numbers - not so much. So, I apologize to family and friends when I get a date wrong. It happens frequently. I apologize for mis-speaking on something I heard on the news with numbers. I don't mean to "lie" about it. I just don't retain numbers.
As Popeye said "I yam who I yam" and that's all I yam.
I accept myself as I am - and I'm not about numbers!
(Next week… my blog about not remembering names! ha!!! )