From the moment I stepped in that classroom at age 7 I loved math. It made sense to me, 2+2 equals 4; it's so logical, so systematic, so final. I loved it so much that I did the whole math book in a month. The problem was that I had 9 more months at school. In the beginning, the teachers came up with extra assignments for me, but after a while, there was nothing left so I got a chance to do 2nd grade math and then 3rd. I'm not sure how they held me occupied all those early years, but they did it. Maybe they hoped that the interest would fade, and it eventually did, when algebra was introduced. That didn't make much sense to me and I fell behind all the others.
Here I am 23 years older than I was back then and I still love numbers. It's a cold and analytical tool, but it gives me safety. It makes me happy when I can put a number on everything, because it's so set, it's calculated, hardly a risk at all. Granted, numbers don't tell the whole story, it's just the facts. I live in an uncertain world where anything can happen at any time, but numbers give me some order in life, something to hold on to if things go bad.
It can be applied to everything I do. Time for example, can be calculated and put into a system, oh I love systems. I also love statistics which is probably why my favorite game is Football Manager series. I could spend hours just studying stats, put the numbers in Excel sheets, do averages and all sorts of calculation and see patterns and predict the future.
I try to apply the same thing with myself. I have spreadsheets for my money, for my time and for my life in general. I am a control freak when it comes to myself, yet I never try to control others. I have learned that the only person I can control is myself, so I am applying everything I know to give me the life I want. I know numbers; I know they feel safe and comfortable. Numbers don't lie (at least not my numbers), sometimes they change, but they can still be measured, controlled.
It's all about control.
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