1-11
I've been seeing 11:11, every day, since I moved to NY almost 8 years ago.
17 days before my thirty...#th birthday.
The clocks turn back this weekend.
The city I love is hurting bad.
. . .and it all leaves me feeling a little confused.
But then, there's the joy that is talking to my curvy lovers out there.
There's the joy of finding a job and career path that feels fulfilling and attainable. (I start on Monday!)
There's the peace leaving behind the old model of my work life.
My relationship with my old job was like, well, like many of my relationships The guy, I chased and from the moment I started dating him and had to prove that my quirky "me-ness" was good enough only for him to acknowledge I was good enough, but not....quite.
There is the joy in the freedom of knowing what I am worth, part of why I am here and a lot about who I am.
Therefore, this 1111 moment for me is one of grief at the past but with so much optimism and gratitude for the future. Its of knowing I am where I am supposed to be at this moment and that God is guiding my steps.
This new year of life, is the year of one. The year of me. Honoring myself means I honor everyone around me.
One is the magic number.
-Ericamichele
