168. Baker’s Dozen:
I never did understand what a baker’s dozen really was. I mean, I knew the definition, but I wasn’t sure why it was different from a normal ‘dozen.’ Why was it so special?
I remember my mother baking bread rolls and telling me that the extra one was “just in case.” Just in case what? I wondered. I never did ask her, but I’m fairly sure she wouldn’t have told me anyway.
Whatever the reason, I began to pack an extra one of everything ‘just in case.’ When my daughter began school I packed an extra lunchbox, ‘just in case’ someone had forgotten. When I went to work I packed an extra pair of stockings, ‘just in case’ the ones I was wearing got ladders.
In the end though, I realised that preparing an extra one was like having a standby and not focusing on the thing in front of me. I didn’t want to get in too deep with anything or anyone because I was afraid of what I was going to lose. I didn’t want to lose anything, but I knew that in order to truly feel something, I needed to loosen my grip on the rest of the stuff.
I knew I needed to jump and just have faith.