For the longest time, I would look at a clock, receive change back, and it was always on the 11. 7:11, 9:11, 5:11, $2.11. When I packed up and sold off everything and gave up my life in Rochester, NY to move to San Francisco, my flight number was even 11.

For a while after moving here it stopped. Last summer, when Josh and I finally ended our relationship, it was on July 4th, which was exactly 10 years after I broke up with my first boyfriend (my only other long term relationship). This got me thinkig about the 11's again (7+4=11).

Perhaps 11's mean change in my life. Not just little changes but bigger, more substantial changes. With everything going on in my life, and with hope that resolutions will be made today, I realized today is an 11 day. Today is the 31st day of 07 (3+1+0+7=11). Maybe something good will happen. Im hoping.