Alright guys, today I wanna talk about this spiritual routine I’ve been trying out lately. Saw this whole “11 Meaning Spiritual” thing buzzing around, supposedly bringing good luck when you weave it into your daily grind. Sounded like some hocus pocus to me at first, honestly. But hey, times have been kinda blah, so I figured I’ll give it a shot and actually track what happens. No promises, just my real deal experiment.
Getting Started & Feeling Skeptical
First off, I needed to understand what this “11 Meaning” actually meant. Dug around a bit – seemed like the core idea was using the number 11 as a focal point because it’s supposedly all about intuition and good juju. Key was to do it every single day, no skipping. Simple actions, but consistently eleven times. Found a basic starter outline people mentioned:
- Start fresh early in the morning.
- Pick actions tied to positive vibes (gratitude, kindness, self-focus).
- Repeat each chosen action exactly eleven times.
- Keep it genuine, no rushing.
Honestly? Felt superstitious and a bit awkward. How was saying ‘thank you’ eleven times in a row gonna change my luck? But, commitment is commitment. I cleared out a little corner in my room, nothing fancy, just a spot I wouldn’t trip over. Got myself a glass of water, a notebook, and a pen ready for Day One.
My Actual Daily 11 Ritual (The Nitty Gritty)
Alright, here’s exactly what I did every morning for the last month, bright and early:
- First Thing Hydration: Chugged eleven gulps of plain water. Not sips, actual gulps. Kinda weird counting in my head while swallowing! Felt refreshing though.
- Sun Greeting: Stood by my window facing the morning light. Took eleven deep, slow breaths right into my belly. Breathing deep eleven times really does wake you up.
- Gratitude Dump: Grabbed my notebook and scribbled down eleven things I was genuinely thankful for. Day One was tough – coffee, my bed, the cat not puking… got easier as I went along. Simple stuff: “Sun today,” “My legs work,” “Found my keys easy.” Filled a page quick.
- Affirmation Stuff (Still Weird Saying It): Looked myself in the mirror and said eleven times: “Today, good luck finds me.” Felt ridiculous the first week. Voice cracked. Pushed through.
- The Kindness Seed: Mentally pictured sending positive thoughts to eleven different people I knew. Started close – family, best mate, that nice barista. Gradually included the annoying neighbour. Just wished them well silently in my head. “Hope John’s back feels better.”
- Setting Intentions (Like a Wobbly Boat): Whispered one solid intention for the day eleven times. Kept it basic: “Today, I stay calm.” Felt like telling my brain where to aim its rusty cannon.
- Mirror Check-In (Awkward but Necessary): Spent maybe eleven seconds just looking at myself in the mirror, not judging, just seeing me. Weirdly uncomfortable but got easier. Just… observation.
- Water Release (Seriously?): Okay, this one felt strangest. Poured the leftover glass water down the sink, visualizing worries or negative vibes washing away with it. Mentally mumbled: “Let whatever nonsense go.” Seemed symbolic, maybe silly.
- Movement Matters: Did eleven stretches. Simple stuff: rolled my shoulders eleven times forward, eleven back. Touch toes eleven times (well, tried). Got blood flowing, counted out loud.
- Listening Carefully: Stood perfectly still for eleven heartbeats – timed by breaths – just listening to the world outside. Birds, traffic hum, the fridge kicking on. Just noticed it.
- Closing with Kindness: Literally said “May I be well” eleven times. Quietly. To myself. Finished the sequence.
Whole thing took maybe 15 minutes tops. Some days felt rushed (those deep breaths took effort!), others felt calming. Kept that notebook religiously, just jotted down the date and a quick note: “Felt less stupid today” or “Foggy, rushed it.”
What Actually Happened (The Weird Bits)
Here’s the honest truth, guys: lightning didn’t strike. No lottery win. BUT, little things started shifting.
About ten days in, felt generally… lighter? Less annoyed in traffic. More patient waiting in lines. Wrote down “Actually smiled back at grumpy bus driver.” Small victories.
The luck part? Strange coincidences popped up. Found money twice – a fiver folded tight on the street, coins scattered near a vending machine. Got an unexpected small refund email. A parking spot opened right when I needed it most in pouring rain.
Now, could it be confirmation bias? Yeah, totally possible. I was looking for luck now, right? But also, actively counting eleven breaths or gratitude points? It definitely forces you out of your chaotic head and into the present moment. You notice stuff more. Maybe the ‘luck’ was always there, I just tuned into it better.
The biggest change? The ritual itself. That forced morning pause, the counting, the tiny steps… it created structure. Made me slow down first thing. Whether it summoned mystical forces or just decluttered my morning brain fog, something clicked. Felt less tossed around by the day.
Am I Still Doing This? Final Thoughts
Yep. Still rolling with it most mornings. Is it magic? Dunno. Maybe it’s a psychological hack. But after 30 days? I feel more grounded. Notice more small, good things happening. Maybe I’m just making myself lucky by being open and calmer.
My take? Give it a real shot. Stick to the count. Make it your own – swap out a step if one feels totally bonkers to you. But the consistency? That’s the actual magic, I think. Forces focus. Helps you start the day intentional instead of reactive. Finding folded fivers or perfect parking spots? Well, that’s just the fun bonus icing on the weird cake. Keeps me going!
