My Run-In with the Number 3017
Okay, so I wanted to share something that’s been on my mind lately, about this number, 3017. It’s not like I’m super into this angel number stuff usually, you know? But this one kept popping up, and it got kinda weird, so I started paying attention.
It all started a few months back. I was feeling totally wiped out. Like, running on fumes. Work was crazy, family stuff was demanding, and I just felt… stretched thin. Didn’t even realize how bad it was until I started seeing 3017. First, it was the time on the clock when I randomly woke up in the middle of the night. Okay, fine. Then it was on a receipt from the grocery store. Then part of a phone number I had to jot down. It was just… there. A lot.
At first, I just brushed it off. Coincidence, right? But after maybe the fifth or sixth time in a week, I thought, alright, this is getting a bit much. It wasn’t like I was looking for it, it just seemed to find me. So, I actually stopped and thought, what is going on with me right now? And the answer was pretty clear: I was ignoring myself, big time.
I realized I hadn’t taken a proper break in ages. I was eating junk, not sleeping well, snapping at people. Just generally neglecting my own well-being. It felt like this number showing up was sort of a poke, a nudge. Like the universe, or whatever you want to call it, was tapping me on the shoulder saying, “Hey buddy, slow down.”
So, I decided to actually do something about it. It wasn’t about the number itself being magic, but it made me pause and take stock. Here’s what I started doing:
- Making time for myself: Even just 15 minutes a day to sit quietly, read something unrelated to work, or listen to music. No phone, no distractions.
- Checking in physically: Started paying attention to aches and pains instead of ignoring them. Made sure I was drinking enough water, tried to get outside for a walk most days. Just basic stuff I’d let slide.
- Dealing with the mental load: I actually started writing things down. Worries, frustrations, ideas. Getting them out of my head helped quiet the noise. It wasn’t therapy, but it was something.
It felt like I needed to focus on healing myself up a bit, you know? Taking care of the basics – my body, my mind, my overall spirit, I guess. And honestly? It helped. A lot. I started feeling more like myself again. Less stressed, more patient.
And the funny thing? Once I started actively taking care of myself, I stopped seeing 3017 so much. Maybe it did its job, gave me the nudge I needed. Or maybe I just stopped noticing because I wasn’t so frazzled anymore. Either way, it was a weird period, but it pushed me to make changes I definitely needed. Just my experience with it.
