Reality: What We Think or What We Feel?

Raise your hand if you believe in numerology.

Actually, raise your hand if you don’t know what you believe anymore.

I started noticing numbers at the end of September. It was on the trip down to North Carolina, where I was heading to clean out my Dad’s house. That first night, our room number was 222. I remember noticing it, without thinking much about it. A cool coincidence. The next day, mile marker 222 was pointed out to me… at 2:22 PM. After that, I noticed those numbers everywhere.

Some quick research showed me that 222 is interpreted as a sign of balance, and reassurance that you’re on the right path. It’s a sign that the seeds you’ve been sowing will start to grow; that life is working out as it should – even if progress isn’t visible yet.

At some point, I read that it’s also a sign that a guardian angel is present, which was a comfort considering where I was going and what I was doing.

The amount of times I saw that number on that trip was so extraordinary that I thought that it had to be a sign. Maybe I was just so desperate for things to change that I read meaning into plain coincidence, but it felt too plentiful to be simply that.

Even after the trip ended, once I got back into my regular routine, the frequency in which I’ve seen the numbers 222 just seems too exceptional to be nothing.

Today is 11/11, in the universe year one (2+0+2+6=10. 1+0=1). From a numerology standpoint, this is a huge deal for manifestation and quantum leaping. 11:11 is associated with new beginnings, setting intentions, and connecting with your higher self.

From experience, manifestation is real. I know, because I’m pretty sure I manifested the reality I currently feel stuck in. I didn’t mean to, because who would actively choose that? But it’s true that the words that we speak and the thoughts we feel are put out into the universe, shaping our reality. For far too long, I spoke horribly about myself, thus felt horribly about myself, thus created this reality. I’m trying SO HARD to break the chains I’ve shackled myself into.

I’ve recently read a lot about how to shift energy, how to manifest, and even about certain rituals to aid in all of that. It may seem sort of silly or ‘woo woo,’ but honestly? Who cares? Why not try it? What’s the harm in writing my name on a piece of paper, sprinkling cinnamon on it, folding it 3 times clockwise, and burning it? It can’t hurt, and it may help, even if that help is only me feeling a bit better.

It’s been said that it takes 21 days for a new habit to stick, and that you can change your life in 30 days. I got the idea in my head to try this on a bigger level, on 11/11, ending on 12/12. 30 days of accountability, of speaking the reality I want into existence. Supposedly, that reality already exists, I just have to quantum shift over to it…

I’m at this weird crossroads; doing the same things hasn’t helped (obviously), so I might as well try something so completely out of character… or rather, train my character to be its best version.

Can the world’s cutest doom and gloom girl, the eternal pessimist, change her outlook and live (or even create) the life she deserves? Let’s find out….