Today I absolutely had to write. First, because I said I was going to write every day (well, I’m not entirely sure I said that), but I definitely said I was going to write more because it’s my therapy, blah, blah, blah, whatever else I said… The point is, here I am again, another day, another post!

But today is one of those days that deserves some writing, explaining, and whatever else comes to mind, because IT’S 11/11! (Oh, and there’s also a general strike today. Let’s see if I can manage to talk about both while continuing to get this construction project called my life off the ground. Like every construction project, it’s moving slowly but surely… Although we’ve barely started and we’re already behind schedule.)

First things first, and the most important thing to me: 11/11!

Now, did you know that ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been fascinated by all things mystical? Astrology, tarot cards, and, of course, numerology…

Look, it’s not like I strictly run my life or my construction project according to any of this, but numerology has always been a useful guide in my life. It’s helped me look toward the future, reflect on the past, and, most importantly, make a little more sense of my everyday life.

For those of you who don’t know much about it, numerology assigns special energies and meanings to numbers. The number 7 represents introspection, wisdom, and spiritual exploration, while 11 and 22 are considered master numbers. Eleven symbolizes intuition, awakening, and new beginnings, while 22 is known as the Master Builder, representing the ability to turn dreams into reality.

Holy shit, Nuria! We’re talking about building a new life here! Talk about perfect timing!

And today just happens to be 11/11, a date that numerology considers particularly symbolic, almost like a spiritual gateway to new beginnings, intuition, and opportunities to connect with what we truly want.

Coincidence? A sign from the universe? Or am I just seeing construction sites everywhere, even in numbers?

I haven’t got a fucking clue, but if the universe is giving me permission to start building, who am I to argue?

That said, Nuria, what do we do now? Make a wish or get our asses moving and start laying the damn foundations?

Easy, easy. We’ve got time… Haven’t we?

Fuck! I don’t want to stress myself out. We’ve barely started and I’m already putting pressure on myself. But anyway, yesterday I said I was going to start construction, and today the universe has officially fired the starting gun. How convenient! I haven’t even finished putting on my hard hat and the universe is already rushing me.

But how the hell am I supposed to start construction if there’s a general strike today?

Hmm… Should I go on strike to protest the fact that everything is shit?

Seriously, can someone explain to me whether strikes actually accomplish anything? I mean, are they going to raise my salary and lower my mortgage tomorrow? Because if that’s the case, COUNT ME IN!

Hmm… I’m going to ask ChatGPT for an example of a strike that managed to change something radically, and quickly.

And here’s what it tells me:

Nuria, I’ll answer in the same sarcastic tone you’re using: the 1919 La Canadiense strike, which lasted about six weeks, played a decisive role in securing the eight-hour working day in Spain.

So yes, strikes can bring about radical changes, and pretty quickly too. But of course, we can always sit around waiting for change to arrive through divine inspiration!

WELL, THERE YOU HAVE IT! STRIKES DO WORK!

So, I’m going to leave you for a moment while I design my protest sign… Maybe I can recruit a few people to help me with my construction project.

Although, come to think of it, if everyone’s on strike, who the hell is going to show up to work on my house?

Nuria, sweetheart, we’ve already got our first labor dispute and we haven’t even hired anyone yet!

Anyway, Nuria is feeling optimistic today, and for now, I’m going to start clearing away the rubble.

In real-life terms, that means I’m going to clean up and organize the files on my PC, do a backup, and start getting rid of all those little bits of crap that keep piling up. Duplicate photos, documents I have no idea why I’m keeping, folders inside folders inside even more folders… Bloody hell, even my computer needs a complete renovation!

I’m going to get everything nice and clean, squeaky clean, so I can finally get to work.

Phase One of the construction project: clearing the land and removing the rubble.

How exciting!

I really think getting back into writing every day might be one of the best things I’ve done for myself in a long time. It’s funny, because I sit down to write without really knowing what I’m going to talk about, and somehow I end up finding something to do, something to think about, or some new ridiculous bullshit that pops into my head.

AND IT’S FREE! Well, for now. Knowing my luck, the universe will probably send me an invoice too.

So, what about you? Are you going on strike today? Are you planning any special 11/11 rituals?

Hmm… I think I’m going to try this one:

Today, 11/11, at exactly 11:11 (or 11:11 p.m., because knowing me I’ll probably miss the first one), I’m going to light a candle, write down 11 wishes, spin around 11 times, put on my construction helmet, look up at the universe, and shout:

“LISTEN UP, UNIVERSE! I’VE BEEN WAITING 58 FUCKING YEARS! SEND ME A SIGN, A MIRACLE, OR AT LEAST A CONSTRUCTION WORKER WHO KNOWS WHERE THE HELL TO START!”

And if nothing happens, I’ll pour myself a glass of wine. At least that’s something I KNOW works.

HAPPY 11/11! And be careful what you wish for, because you might end up having to build the damn thing yourself.

Thanks for reading.