In August of this year I turn 45 years old. I hadn’t thought of it at all until the Inauguration coverage of the 45th President. This post is not about politics, the newly elected president, nor anything political. Like all of my blogs, it’s about me.
Numbers, I thought, didn’t have much meaning in my life. Until recently I didn’t make connections with numbers. But then I looked back and realized how much numbers have played a starring role in my decisions, comfort, and faith.
Since I was a small child the numbers three and five were always favorites. Being the third and last child in a family of five may have been a big reason why.
The Star Wars franchise has been a consistent thread in the fabric of my life. Seriously. Remember the final scene of Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope? Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, and Princess Leia stood together. Three.
In fact, the Star Wars movies are always put out in Trilogies.
Leaping forward to my early adulthood I connected with the driver of the No. 3 car in NASCAR, Dale Earnhardt. If you know me, you know my history with auto racing, Motorsports, Dale Earnhardt, and the No. 3.
Fast forward to after Earnhardt’s death in 2001 when his son Dale Jr. was still driving the No. 8 car (three plus five).
It was directly after Dale Jr. changed teams and car numbers to the No. 88 when I was signing my son up for Cub Scouts (2008). I asked the Cubmaster what the Pack number was and he replied, “88”. I then inquired what my son’s Den number to be was and was told, “3”. The decision was made on the spot. We joined. And I became the No. 3 Den Leader.
The landmark Broadway musical Rent is another example of numbers. The hit song “Seasons of Love” starts with the number 525,600 being sung. Those are the minutes in a year. How do you measure a year? Myriad ways, but, like for so many, the number stuck and has resonated for nearly two decades. And, of course, it’s divisible by three and five.
I wear three diamonds in my engagement ring. I say I love symmetry, and I do, but that number three is sacred to me.
My wedding date was in 1993. All of the nines are divisible by three!
Like the family I come from I have three children, five people in the family.
I began Chief 187™Chatter in 2010, a year divisible by three and five.
I successfully ran for a seat on my local school board in 2015. The number 15 is divisible by three and five.
Now I’m turning 45, truly “middle-aged”. I love the number, divisible by three and five. I’m not feeling old or even finished. In fact, I’m feeling this number is going to be a fruitful one for me.
Why not? All it takes is action. By simply doing we are successful, right?
I mean, I have numbers on my side.