I’ve been obsessed with the number 3 for a long time. In fact, in high school my two best friends and I wore matching rings that were engraved with “the magic number” written on the inside. Which, if you aren’t up to date on your saturday morning “School House Rock” lingo, is the title of a song all about the number three.
(There were three of us… the magic number… get it? Man, we were deep.)
So the song goes like this:
“The past and the present and the future,
Faith and hope and charity,
The heart and the brain and the body give you three.
And that’s the magic number…”
I mean: Father, Son, Holy-Spirit. The beginning, middle and end. There are endless lists of threes.
Actually, I’ve noticed while reading through self-help or educational texts that more often then not, information is broken up into lists of threes. In “Rising Strong” Brene Brown breaks up her process into three parts: the “Reckoning”, the “Rumble” and the “Revolution”.
Just one example of a thousand three-step processes to life.
Three, there’s just something about it.
I’m a “visual reminder” type of woman. I like to surround myself with images that spark a thought process. I decorate this way: with photos, or phrases, or objects that remind me of the type of person I choose to be.
I need to be reminded of this person often.
So, I recently made a purchase.
I saw this triangle and instantly wanted it. Not because of its size or the materials. I wanted it simply because it was a triangle.
“And every triangle has three corners,
every triangle has three sides,
no more, no less.
You don’t have to guess.
That it’s three, can’t you see, it’s the magic number.”
I bought this shelf and instantly thought, “Well crap, what am I going to do with this small triangle?”
And then I had an apostrophe. (I think you mean an epiphany. Name that movie)
I went to my desk and grabbed my balancer: a lego sculpture made for me by my boy that I wrote about here.
Cyclone built this “balancer” and blew my mind with its many dissectible relationship metaphors.
The parts have different heads but the same heart. They are positioned on different levels but share the same foundation. I mean… guys, my kid is a genius.
So, I put the balancer inside my triangle shelf, a much deserved place of honor for this sweet gift from my boy. And a perfect visual reminder of the life choices I need to make daily.
Back to that wonderful song:
“It takes three legs to make a tripod,
or to make a table stand.”
It’s all about balance.
And speaking of threes:
“Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.” Ecclesiastes 4:12
In our marriage there are three. Adam, myself, and our foundation.
If we are three, then we are balanced.
After all . . . it’s the magic number.