Alive at 55
Today’s my birthday and I’m 55 years-old … I don’t usually become morbidly reflective over my birthday but this one seems to be just a tiny bit fraught. Looking for clues as to why I might feel this way, I’ve decided to see what numerology says about the numbers involved. My birthday is on the seventh day of the 7th month, 7/7. The year I was born was 1955, so now we can add two fives: 7/7/55. I’m 55 today, so that’s another pair of fives (and — I’m also 5’5″ tall). Do fives and sevens hold some special meaning; is there something I should be watching out for today?
According to numerological information I found online, the number five is significant because it’s open both front and back … and, because of this, it’s open to both freedom and adventure. But, that with this open-endedness comes the need to make decisions; and that those decisions come with consequences, maybe dire ones. Hmm … I’m really five-heavy this birthday, but I’m not sure if I really want freedom or adventure … and possibly radical consequences? I’m might be too tired — I mean how much adventure can I handle, what with my commute!?
Now, seven. Seven is a number that asks questions and looks for the big answers of life. It’s a number that shines a light on things and is introspective and inner-searching. It’s controlled and insightful and understands the whole concept of ‘reaping what you sow”. Wow, seven’s a pretty heavy number, too … this is getting way too deep, and I already have trouble sleeping for thinking about things at 3 a.m. … maybe numerology’s not going to do it for me.
I think I’ll just go with something my friend and colleague, Barbara, said to me today when we were talking about my birthday. I had mentioned to her how this birthday really made me feel old, and that 60(!) really seemed to loom large now. Her sage philosophical observation? Having another birthday is “… better than the alternative!” And, you know what, she’s right … This post is illustrated with two self-portraits of mine, painted after having had quintuple-bypass surgery six-plus years ago. I’m using them here to remind myself, that although I might have changed in my time, gotten older, and my body been altered, I’m still here. And it is better than the alternative. I guess this idea’s pretty deep, too, but it’s a lot more concrete … and, you know my affection for things concrete!