Numerologies are bullshit … fo(u)r real

Today Tina and I leave for France to celebrate my 40th birthday, which was last September.

For the past two weeks, I’ve been waking up every morning around 4 a.m. and can’t get back to sleep for a while. In those waking hours, I’ve been trying to think in French putting myself in all kinds of situations and trying to work out the grammar and vocabulary.

This morning, I woke again at 4 and couldn’t stop thinking about how this trip somehow coincides with the number 4. I’m not a numerologist. Nor do I think there’s anything more than contrived coincidence to think about this trip in terms of fours, but here’s what I came up with while lying in the dark staring at my eyelids.

We’re going to France to celebrate my 40th birthday.

Twenty years ago, I traveled to France for my study abroad. There are five fours in the number twenty.

  1. At the time of my first trip (1996), I had been dating my high school sweetheart for four years.
  2. Four years after my first trip (2000), I met Tina after making a big move to Chicago.
  3. Four years later (2004), I was established as a freelance filmmaker and photographer. Side note: In 2002 (2+0+0+2=4), I lived in the Philippines for 4 months. Also, within that time I had officially transitioned from the political affiliation of my parents to
  4. Four years later in 2008, I married Tina. We honeymooned in France.
  5. By 2012, Tina and I were working together full time. In 2013, we visited France a third time.

And now we are set to go to France again. Number 4. The word “French” is a derivation of the Gaul word for four virgins.

Just kidding.

On this trip, We’re traveling with my oldest and dearest friend Aaron and his wife Jackie. There will be four of us. 🙂

I’m so excited that I can’t even sleep let alone see straight.

I can’t wait to get there!

Help me blow out my candles, but my wishes have already come true. 🙂