There’s magic in numbers.
At least, that’s what I tell myself when a number keeps appearing, asking to be noticed.
Today is Day 111. Three ones standing side by side, impossible to ignore. If there is such a thing as a magical number, surely 111 qualifies.
One hundred and eleven days ago, I made a decision. A choice that changed everything. I decided to start living instead of slowly killing myself.
For years, I moved through life half-awake, carrying disappointments, grief, and forgotten dreams like stones in my pockets. I was surviving, but I wasn’t truly living. Then one day, I chose differently. I chose to put away the bottle and start to show up for myself.
To pay attention.
To hope again.
To believe that my story wasn’t finished.
One hundred and eleven days later, I am still here.
Still healing. Still learning. Still searching.
And today, if I’m honest, I found myself looking for a sign. A little miracle. Something to make Day 111 feel as special as the number itself. A chance encounter. A message. An unexpected opportunity. Some unmistakable wink from the universe saying – Yes, you are a badass, you go girl!
The day isn’t over yet.
Maybe the miracle is still on its way.
Or maybe the real miracle is that 111 days ago I chose myself.
That I kept choosing myself on Day 2, Day 37, Day 78, and Day 111…
Perhaps the sign I’ve been waiting for is already here. It exists in every step forward, every small act of courage, every moment I decide that my life is worth showing up for.
And if another miracle arrives before midnight, I’ll gladly welcome it.
But if it doesn’t, Day 111 itself will still count as fricken magical!
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