The number 313 seems to come up a lot for me. One of the places I worked at had a 313 number (no it wasn’t the 313 area code). There doesn’t seem to be too many days that I don’t for some reason look at the clock when it’s 3:13. There even been times in the middle of the night I wake up, look over at the clock and 3:13 is brightly illuminated.
So I would say that 313 must have some meaning for me. But I never had any idea what it means, if it means anything.
I know there are people who swear that they have a favorite number. I don’t and if I did, I don’t think it would be 313. Nor would it be 3 or 13. Although I do recall that at one time I always felt that good things happened to me on the 13th of the month, especially when it fell on a Friday.
3-13 could also stand for March 3rd, but again that’s not a date that means anything to me. Other than I’m sure I’ve watched an important college game on that date, there’s no reason for me to think it’s any special than any other. There’s no one that I know who was born on that day, or got married or died, although my father did die on March 2nd.
But one day this week I sat down to write a post here on Yesterday’s Coffee and I noticed that the word count was 313 without trying. So I decided to try it again and when I was finished with what I wanted to say it was very close to the 313 words. It was real easy to edit it to be exactly 313 words. And I did this two more times.
So for whatever reason 313 seems to be linked to me. Where it will lead? We’ll just have to see. It may lead to something.
