My Little Dance with the Number 797
You know how sometimes things just keep showing up? For a good few months, maybe longer, it felt like the number 797 was just… everywhere I looked. Seriously. On the clock it’d be 7:97 – wait, no, that’s not right, maybe it was 7:97 AM or something on a digital display, or maybe license plates, receipts, page numbers. Just felt like it was constantly popping out at me.
This was happening during a time when I was feeling pretty stuck, honestly. Had this whole situation at work, trying to figure out my next move, and also some stuff going on in my personal life. Felt like I was wading through mud, trying to get clear on things. Wasn’t actively looking for signs or anything like that, just going about my day.
So, after seeing 797 maybe the tenth time in a week, I thought, okay, this is getting weird. I decided to actually pay attention. Not in some super spiritual way, at first anyway. It was more like, huh, that’s odd, let’s just see what happens if I acknowledge it.
My ‘practice’, if you can even call it that, was super simple. When I saw the number, I’d just take a breath. Literally stop what I was doing for a second, even if just mentally, and ask myself: “What was I just thinking about? What am I feeling right now?” Sometimes I’d grab my phone and type a quick note, or scribble it down if I had paper. Stuff like:
- Saw 797 on building address. Was worrying about that deadline again.
- 797 showed up as the change from coffee. Felt unsure about that conversation earlier.
- Phone battery at 79%, time 7:– something. Was thinking about needing to finish that project I started ages ago.
It wasn’t about finding some magic meaning right away. It was more about using the number as a little interruption, a reminder to check in with myself. Because honestly, most of the time I was just running on autopilot, stuck in my own head.
The Turning Point Thing
There was this one particular moment, stands out clear as day. I was really dragging my feet on finishing this big personal project I’d poured hours into. Kept finding excuses. Felt like I was almost there but couldn’t quite push through the final bit. Doubts creeping in, you know the drill. I was sitting there, staring at my computer screen, basically ready to just give up on it, maybe start something new and shiny instead.
And then I glanced at the clock on the computer – 7:09, okay, no, it wasn’t the clock. It was something else on the screen, maybe the word count, or file size? Honestly can’t remember the exact spot, but the number 797 popped out. And right then, it hit me differently. It wasn’t just ‘huh, there it is again’. It felt like a little poke. Like the universe, or my own subconscious, whatever you want to call it, was saying, “Hey! Remember this? You’re close. Just finish it.”
Didn’t hear voices or anything dramatic! It was just a strong feeling, a moment of clarity. It cut through the fog of doubt for a second. And I thought, okay, fine. Let’s just do the next small step. And then the next. And I actually finished the damn thing that week.
Looking back, seeing 797 all the time felt like it was nudging me towards completion, towards trusting the path I was already on, even if it felt hard. Like it was saying, ‘You’ve got the wisdom, you’ve put in the work, now see it through or wrap it up cleanly’. It wasn’t the number itself doing anything magical, I don’t think. It was the act of noticing, pausing, and reflecting that helped me tap into my own intuition.
Funnily enough, once I finished that project and made a few other decisions I’d been putting off around that time, I stopped seeing 797 so much. It’s like its job was done. Maybe it’ll pop up again when I need another nudge. Who knows? It was just my little experience, my weird little dance with a number for a while there.
