Today is 12.12.12. It is a date that won't happen for (literally), another century. It has been a very strange year, but in all that strangeness, somehow, today has proven itself to be quite incredible. With every passing day, things feel better. I feel better, stronger. "Fitter. Happier. More productive."
I've always noticed that numbers play a somewhat serendipitous role in my life. Their significance is something I hold near and dear to my heart, no matter how insignificant they may seem to others. I take comfort in some kind of uncontrollable magic that happens when numbers seem to fall into patterns and materialize into something that will perhaps one day paint a beautiful picture, sort of like those paint-by-number kits we all grew up on.
I recently talked to a numerologist--yes, really! He was an older gentleman who is also an herbalist at my acupuncture clinic. I know, I know. It's esoteric, hippy-dippy, and maybe even a little hokey, but hear me out. This guy, George, has been researching numbers for years. Years. And for every question I had, he would simply say, "Again, not a coincidence," and show me how whatever it was that I was talking about was indeed, not a coincidence. It gave me goosebumps in the best way. It was intriguing, for sure. And made me wonder: Does that mean that the cosmos and science and maybe even some other greater force plays a role in everything? In every action or thought? Do things actually "happen for a reason"? Is there actual truth in numbers? I'm interested to know what you think.