This is a bit anal, but I really wish I could figure out where I started counting wrong in these gratitude lists. There’s a whole series of lists in the 1600’s and all of a sudden we’re in the 1500’s.
Knowing me, what I probably did at some point was mix up two digits, not notice it, and proceed. While I truly do wish I could figure it all out, there’s something unnervingly OCD about a guy who needs to number all his gratitude lists.
Maybe that’s the inherent life lesson that always resides in all our weird worldly experiences. If I never figure it out in this world, God will know once we get up to heaven. Then again, once we’re in heaven, why would we care?