Numbers are magical. Well, they can be. Numbers go on forever. We need fractions and percentages and formulas. As much as you may hate math, numbers are everywhere. They allow the Internet to work. They make sure you take enough medicine to help you but not kill you.
Then there are those numbers people believe have magical powers. Birthdays and lucky numbers and dates for the apocalypse. Do you believe in numbers like these? Do you take note when the clock says 11:11? Did you feel something significant should’ve happened on 12-12-12?
A new year arrives and what do you do? Write a list of resolutions? Eat black-eyed peas? Kiss someone at midnight?
I’ll be 45 this year. My mother died when she was 45. It’s hard not to give that number weight, especially when I just scheduled an appointment with a surgeon to make sure I don’t actually have breast cancer. My mother didn’t die of cancer though. She had an aneurysm.
But if I give power to lucky numbers, it seems I’d have to give power to the number 45. I don’t want to do that. Would you?
Happy New Year. May the numbers align like stars and bring you luck.