I also had a deadline yesterday that was stressing me out and the minions weren’t exactly being cooperative, what with the shrieking and the fighting and the running around like psychopathic lab monkeys.
So, I snapped. I’m not proud of it. But I did.
I yelled at them. Like a banshee.
And then I regretted it. And hated myself.
So after I read them to sleep, I went for a walk.
And I don’t know why but something compelled me to look up directly overhead at the sky. At just that precise moment, the clouds parted to reveal a beautifully circular orb.
I pulled out my phone and googled it. Yep. It was a full moon. A Wolf Moon, I believe some call it.
I wanted to see if it meant anything but when I pressed the home button, the phone revealed that it was 11:11. On 1/11.
I’m not entirely sure what this means. But I’m pretty sure it means something.
I just wish I was a little farther along on my spiritual journey and that my meditations involved more stillness and less leading the wandering puppy back to reveal the answer.
Oh, look! A squirrel!!
Does the number 11 hold any significance for you? Leave a comment below!