My toddler grandsons love to count. Chairs, stuffed animals, toys, ears, toes, freckles, trees, stars—you name it—they will count it.
The joy of counting begins early. One-two buckle my shoe anyone?
But somewhere along the way the simple pleasure of numbering gets distorted.
As adults, we place a numerical value on everything—calories, steps, social media likes and follows, friends, points, wins, clients, money, possessions, etc.
Three-four I want some more.
But all this counting makes me feel like I’m…I don’t know…missing something. Continue reading