Relax…
- Feb 26
- 1 min read
When I started to worry if I’d even make it to my flight…
You know that tight chest, rushing thoughts, why did I cut it this close kind of energy?
I’m standing at security, slightly flustered, trying to act calm while internally negotiating with the universe 😅
And then the security tray slides toward me.
B527.
I froze.
Because 527?
Those are the last three digits of my phone number.
“Be lucky.”
Tell me the universe doesn’t have a sense of humour.
In that moment, it felt like a wink.
A soft whisper: You’ll be fine. Relax.
And guess what?
Not only did I make the flight…
As a bonus — I got the whole row to myself.
Sometimes the signs aren’t fireworks.
Sometimes they’re printed on a grey plastic tray at airport security.
Maybe it’s not about whether we’ll “make it.”
Maybe it’s about remembering we’re supported — even in the in-between spaces.
Have you ever had a tiny, random sign show up right when you needed reassurance?
Share below.
Be lucky. ✨
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