A great lesson from my Year in Industry has been not to get hung up on the past, and in particular the numbers arbitrarily assigned to each period of twenty-four hours. The past is not not be longed for, but I will allow myself the odd backwards glance. Numbers are not to be inextricably linked to days gone by, but can make for good code names. As three is both the magic number and the numerological life path number for today, it's prime time for brief reflection on the status of the one, the two, the three, and myself, the zero. I assure you, it'll all add up.
As alluded to in this post, I spent much of March and April struggling to move on from the heady days that came before. The dark side of mixing strong feelings with alcohol was evident from the early hours of February eleventh, seven months ago today, in the messages I sent to the one and the two, because three times is too many. Thankfully, the three was there that night, not only physically to get me home safe, but also digitally to discourage me from interfering too much in the affairs of the one and the two. By March fifth, the pair's affair was seemingly over, but I had a new challenge to face, as I had been fleetingly involved with the one in the way that I wanted to be. I knew at the time that the one was not right for the zero, but I hoped I would one day be proven wrong. The one and the two's evasiveness continued, and on April twenty-eighth I felt the need to step in, leaving the safety of the three behind to follow a lonely path. On June ninth, it became obvious that the one and the two were pairing up after all, and later, with the three, I unknowingly set myself up to do the same. After one more alcohol/feelings combo, there was nowhere left for the zero to go, but up. And up she rose, to partner with the three. One plus two, zero plus three… I told you it would add up.
Who knows if we'll stay as we are? For now, we are all happy, in ways I believe none of us expected seven months ago.
