My college roommate taught me about 11:11 in freshman
year. She explained that since the
numbers look like birthday candles, you get a wish if you catch them on the
clock. This wish is apparently stronger
on the eleventh of November. Some people
also believe that you get a wish at 1:11, but I would imagine that would
be less likely to come true.
I’ve never
put much stock in this kind of thing, but I played along, making little wishes
to amuse myself. For several months now,
though, I’ve had a wish in mind immediately every single time: “let me get a
good apartment” or “let me get a job.”
My wishes were not playful, but desperate. I needed all the help I could get.
This
morning, I was in the kitchen when I happened to look up and see 11:11 on the
microwave display. I went to make a
wish, and realized that I had to think a minute to come up with something I
need. I have my apartment and my job—my big
wishes have come true. Now, when I see
11:11 or 1:11, I’ll smile and wish for little things again, or even give my
wish for the sake of someone else. I’m
back to a place in my life where I am in control, and this is enormously
uplifting.
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