17

If you remember my very first blog post, I mentioned my interest in numerology and discussed the meaning behind the number 2020. 2020 represents introspection. It symbolizes internal peace and harmony, especially in the face of conflict. This year has surely had its challenges, especially within the past couple of months. But sticking true to its meaning, so far this year and this time of isolation has allowed ourselves an abundance of self-reflection. We have been given an opportunity to come out of this with newfound gratitude for life.

 I have recently looked toward another number for a sense of rationalization during such uncertain days, my personal favorite number, 17. Once again, the number’s meaning was reflective of the state of our world today. The number 17 symbolizes spiritual consciousness and wishes of peace and love for humanity. 17 is said to represent encouragement during major life-changing and routine-altering events.

Our daily routines have in fact been altered as we are unable to have typical large group gatherings while social distancing. Human interaction as we know it has had to be temporarily changed for our own safety during this pandemic. Change is necessary for our personal growth. We must utilize this period of self-reflection to find peace through overcoming these challenges. We must see these trials and tribulations as a chance to prevail and flourish. This time has allowed the world to come together with compassion for our neighbors. My hope is that we come out of this social distance with healthy bodies and clearer minds. 

Seemingly by pure coincidence, this happens to be my seventeenth blog post. I’m taking that as a sign, that together we will be resilient through adversity. So if you ever find yourself overwhelmed and dismayed by life’s hurdles, remember this post and remember my lucky number 17.

Enough

In society a girl is expected to make something of her life, if she fails, she’s often made to feel like she’s not enough.

Music is my escape, but once I learned how to create my own melodies, soon it just wasn’t enough

Finally, I had enough.

I needed to explore the boundless world of creativity, I had to understand that to others you won’t always be enough.

I’m often overwhelmed by my racing ideas, even still I fear I don’t have enough

Of my chosen path I was for so long uncertain, but I began to write down all that my lips had yearned to mutter, and now I can’t get enough.

Finally I am, enough.

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I had the hardest time trying to come up with an idea of what to write about for this week’s post. Like usual, I came up with one idea in the middle of the night. I wrote down the word “enough” in the notes in my phone and went to sleep. My idea for the post was what you have now read. But, in the days leading up to today I was still so unsure of what I had written. Then, I came across these posts:

I knew then that what I had written was more than enough.