Write a poem or journal entry about numbers that have special meaning to you.
At 7, I decided 15 was my favorite number.
It's a solid set of numbers, reliable yet mysterious.
All in the brain of a 7 year old.
When I was 12, I wrote a song about how much more mature
I'd be when I was finally a real teenager, because 15 seemed so
far away but well within reach.
I finally turned 15 years old, I was in the midst of finding who
I wanted to be. I was in trouble a lot. 15 no longer seemed
that magical anymore.
"Pick a number, any number." 15 was always my go-to but
it never won me anything. I didn't see it everywhere. I barely
thought about it. It wasn't mine.
I found the magic of 15 again the year I got married. 2015 was
a year of change and self-realization, an adventure I decided to
take with another person by my side.