So I keep waking up at 4:44. Every single morning. Doesn’t matter if I’m at home or somewhere else, my eyes just snap open and there it is on the clock. It’s been going on for weeks now. I’m not really a spiritual person, I don’t buy into a lot of that stuff, but I try to be decent. I care about things, you know? The planet, people. It just feels like it means something.
The weird part is I have a tattoo appointment coming up. It’s scheduled for 4:45 in the afternoon. That can’t be a coincidence, right? It feels spooky. Like something is lining up. My birthday is 24/06/66, and I was born at 22:22. Maybe I just notice numbers. Time is something we made up, but it feels heavy sometimes.
I just had to tell someone. My kids are grown, it’s pretty much just me and the dog most days. I don’t have many people to talk to about this stuff. It feels like a nudge, like I’m supposed to be paying attention to something. Something’s coming, or I’m supposed to realize something. I don’t know. It just feels like more than a random time on a clock.