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.


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