Today will be amazing. Are you ready for it?
Have you had your coffee? (Or did I scare you away with the Latin title?) If
you’re still here, hold on, cuz here it
comes…
Today is 12-12-12. It’s the last of
those “repeating” dates for a long, long time. At least in our
lifetime. There is no 13-13-13 or 14-14-14 or…well you get the idea. So, today I’m
urging each of you to carpe duodecim. Seize the twelve.
If you hadn’t noticed, I’m kind of fond of symbolism. I love
numerology, word patterns, fractal images, etc. In fact, when naming my children (I have three), I
considered syllables and abbreviated nicknames when naming them so that when I
chose names, I had a nice, neat, reciprocal pattern. My husband’s nickname is
three letters. My name (Anne) is four. Our first child has a one-syllable,
five-letter name, second child has two syllables and four letters, and, you
guessed it, third (and final!) child has three syllables and his nickname is
three letters long. (Now, if only that last child had been a girl, it would
have been girl-boy-girl-boy…you get the idea. It’s okay, though. I’m kind of
fond of the tot, so I’ll keep him.)
And no, my love of thought-provoking patterns doesn’t end
with numbers. I love juicy words. Words that have meat and flavor and evoke
emotion. For instance, why say “walked” when you can say “jogged,” “strutted,”
or “stumbled?” So much more meaning there. So much more elegant.
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And, images! Well, the world is founded on fractals…tiny,
repeating, beautiful patterns (see the image above, captured by the author "Eequor" on Wikipedia).
Okay, so maybe my passion isn’t so much fondness as
fanaticism. I like patterns. I like things nice and neat and symmetrical…and
packed with flavor.
So, today is special. Go forth and do great things. Heck, do
12 great things. Breathe fresh air, create new art, say hello to someone new, or
do whatever makes you happy (as long as it’s legal…according to the Mayans, we
may only have a few days left before the end of the world and you really don’t
want to spend them in jail, do you?).
Go do something fabulous. Carpe duodecim. Cuz this won’t
happen again for another 100 years... If the Mayans were wrong.
What are you going to do with your special day? Do you have any
“quirks” centered around words, numbers, or calendars? (Or is it just me?)
