Continuing in yesterday’s six-words-about-you vein…
A good number of years ago, now, I started a journal — handwritten, in a plain old spiral-bound notebook. I no longer have it, as far as I know, not even in any of the old, yet-unopened boxes in the garage or our offices which often whisper to me tantalizing hints of their contents.
But I still remember the first entry, which was an attempt to calculate my “lucky number.” The attempt was based on some certainly bogus description I’d read someplace — it even sounded bogus. All you had to do, according to this faux-numerological “plan,” was take all the explicit numbers you knew from your life, and add them up until you rendered them down to a single digit. So you’d take your Social Security Number, your date of birth, your phone number, any street addresses and postal codes you’d ever lived at, your shoe size, and so on, turn each multi-digit number into a string of single digits, and keep adding up the digits. E.g.:
SSN: 123-45-56789
becomes:
1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 7 + 8 + 9 = 45
and then:
4 + 5 = 9
In which case 9 (so went the theory) would be the lucky number based on SSN alone. Of course you had all those other numbers to add in, but the general process was the same.
So anyway, I ran all the numbers I could think of through the wringer. I never stopped to consider the thoroughly arbitrary bogosity of the exercise: Why add them all up — why not (say) multiply them? What about the street addresses you couldn’t remember? If you lived on Third Street, should you add in a “3”? If you were (as I am) the first of four siblings, should you add in 1, and then 3 (for the others), or 1, and then 4 (for all of you as a group), or just 1, or just 4? But I was also the third-born in a family of six — so then…? How about the number of stairs on the way up from the first floor to my childhood bedroom?
It’s easy to get lost in this sort of thinking, obviously, unless one is simple-minded in direct proportion to the Bogosity Index of whatever it is one is trying to achieve. Which, back then, I pretty much was.
The bottom line: my lucky number is/was 6.
To this day, even knowing as I know that the result would’ve been different if I’d just remembered (or forgotten), say, just one more phone number — even knowing that, I’m never surprised to see the number 6 cropping up in my life. Which is why the premise of yesterday’s post (that a life could be summarized in a half-dozen words) didn’t completely catch me by surprise. (I mean, come on, really — why not 7 words? or 5?) (Or, looked at another way: why 6, considering all the other people with different lucky numbers?)
So I’ve continued thinking in this six-words vein. Which leads me to a second, related (but not identical) challenge:
How would you summarize your life’s work in just six words? A few examples:
“Not as good as I wanted.”
“Show time, folks. Day after day.”
Or go the enigmatic route: “Objects in mirror not so big.”What would you say?
Now, coming at this from a writer’s point of view, my inclination is to think of my “life’s work” in terms of my written works, published or not. But there’s no reason why you need to use the same yardstick. Maybe you’ve got a grander vision, and prefer to consider the question in terms of something like, “Why am I here?” Maybe you’re thinking of work in the everyday sense — what you “do for a living.” Or maybe it’s got nothing at all to do with an objective, material product per se; maybe you think of your life’s work as how your kids or your family in general grow up and thrive.
Whatever criteria you want to use, go for it. (Also whatever timeframe: consider it as of now, if you will; when your life’s work is “done,” if you’d prefer; or just considering what you have left to do — perhaps have always wanted to do, but just couldn’t bring yourself to try. Yet.)
I think mine, by pretty much any standard, could be:
He never stopped chasing his hat.
As with yesterday’s post, give it a try yourself in the comments or just in your head. We don’t stand on ceremony here and we certainly don’t stand on candor, either. :)
[Tomorrow: one more post involving six words. That one is almost guaranteed to drive writers crazy, although the rest of you may enjoy watching the spectacle.]
