I think sobriety and recovery are a little like a time-machine: Capable of transporting you to the person you once were, the person who got lost way back then. I have spent a lot of time trying to suss out the operational details of time travel in pursuit of a completely quixotic goal, (which are the best kinds of goals fyi), and a big part of it is making sure you’re intercepting the right target at the right time.
I see 11:11 on my iPhone all the time. I swear I’m not looking for it. 🤷🏻♂️