“Numbers can be humbling.”
He’s a wise man, my Dad. The kind of man who always looks a challenge right in the eye, daring it to take one step closer lest he run right through it, never glancing back.
And in a world built on numbers, he could not be closer to the truth.
Budget numbers, staffing numbers, dollar amounts, bank accounts, bids on subcontractors, miles per hour, height/ weight, years gone by, minutes past.
I sometimes find myself getting swept up in the hard numbers that are the bones behind our businesses and our livelihoods and I forget to slow down to count the numbers in the things that mean the most.
Things like the millions of memories made laughing with the people we care about most. The minutes and hours, days and years spent loving those around us. The awe-inspiring height of the peaks that make up the Colorado Rockies and icy depths of the Great Lakes. The numerous colors in the morning sunrise and the first few sips of hot coffee in the morning or a refreshing glass of wine in the evening.
Humbling? Yep, I dig that.