Alright so this whole number 11 thing kept popping up everywhere. Clock shows 11:11? Like five times last week. Grocery bill? $11.11. Even my takeout order number ended in 11. Freaked me out enough to dig deeper. Saw this spiritual angle online – had to try it for myself. Buckle up, here’s the raw play-by-play.
Just Noticing The Damn Thing
First step was supposedly just catching it when it appears. Sounds simple, right? Nope. Day one sucked. Blinked and missed it twice. Got pissed at myself. Next morning, staring at the microwave clock waiting for 11:10 to change… BAM. 11:11. Okay, felt weirdly alert. Like my brain got a jolt. Kept doing this for three days straight. Ended up noticing 11 popping up on license plates, page numbers, random timestamps. Started feeling like I was tuning into some weird frequency I always ignored. Spooky, but kinda cool.
Hitting Pause When It Shows
They say when you spot an 11, stop everything. Just stop. Breathe. Feel what’s up. Hardest damn thing ever when you’re rushing. Saw 11:11 on my phone notification bar while typing an angry email. Forced myself to slam the brakes. Pushed back from the desk. Took one deep breath (felt forced as hell). Glanced around my messy desk… and suddenly felt that anger drain away. Realized the email wasn’t urgent. Just… paused. After that, tried pausing each time I saw it. Sometimes felt calm. Sometimes felt nothing. Kept at it.
Thinking About Connection Stuff
This part sounded fluffy. “Angel numbers.” “Higher vibrations.” Not my usual jam. But hey, experiment time. Whenever I paused after seeing 11, I tried thinking about who I was missing lately. First few times, blank. Then saw it after arguing with my sister. Paused. Thought of her. Felt a pang. Sent a dumb meme 10 minutes later instead of ignoring her. Her reply came fast – seemed relieved. Weird coincidence? Maybe. Started wondering if I needed to connect more – friends I hadn’t texted, family calls I skipped. Didn’t always act on it, but the thought kept popping up now.
Looking Back On What Just Happened
Journaling? Ugh. But fine, bought a cheap notebook. Every time I paused or noticed 11, I scribbled two things: 1) What was I doing? 2) What was I feeling before/during/after? Brutal honesty. Example:
- Tuesday 4PM: Saw license plate “XXG-111”. Stopped car for light.
- Was: Rushing to meeting, stressed about missing deadline.
- Stopped: Deep breath. Looked at sky. Clouds looked neat.
- After: Deadline worry felt… less crushing? Meeting actually went smooth.
Patterns started showing. Often saw 11 when stressed or rushing. Stopping always eased the pressure, even just a little. Made me realize how much I operate on autopilot.
Trying To Feel Grateful For It
This was the stretch goal. Be grateful for seeing this number? Felt dumb at first. Saw 11:11 on my laptop clock one afternoon. Paused. Tried forcing it: “Um… thanks universe? For this number?” Felt nothing. Awkward. Later that week, paused after seeing it – was stressing over rent. Suddenly thought: “At least I saw it. At least I paused. Small win.” That tiny bit of “thanks for the reminder” actually happened. Didn’t solve rent, but shifted the dread momentarily. Now, maybe half the time after pausing, a smidge of “okay, that pause was useful” surfaces. Progress?
So yeah, that was a week (plus some spillover days). Learned 11 popping up wasn’t magic, but noticing it became a tool. Like a little cosmic pause button shoved in my face. Still don’t get all the angel stuff, but forcing myself to stop, breathe, and think about connections? That actually changed things. Still forget my keys sometimes though, universe. Gimme a break.
