Double whammy. This was not planned. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and quickly plugged it in as I was changing clothes. I picked it up again and there it was. 11:21 11/21. Honestly shocked me. In a strange and subtle way it always comforts me to see it. Like I’ve stumbled into a stray existential frequency and everything is right and true and orderly, for the whole minute.

I see 1121 everywhere. It’s one of those weird number-y things. It’s also my birthday. But I really do see it uncannily often. It is also (blast from my past) the actual reference number for the Hebrew word “ben” (meaning: son) in the Strong’s Hebrew Dictionary/Concordance of the Bible—a fact I used to be quite proud of, and still think is rather bizarre. The odds! So I grab screenshots whenever I see it, which is often. Figured I’d Instagram ‘em. Not like they’re doing anything useful sitting on my phone collecting (absolutely no) dust.