Okay, so I wanted to share something that happened to me recently, involving the number 1139. It’s funny how these things pop up, right? I’m not usually one for seeing signs everywhere, but this was… persistent.
It started a few months back. I kept seeing 11:39 on the clock, mostly at night when I couldn’t sleep. Then it was on receipts – $11.39. Once, even a license plate ended in 1139. At first, I just shrugged it off. Coincidence, you know? But it kept happening. Every few days, bam, 1139 again.
At the time, I was feeling really stuck. Like, seriously stuck. I’ve been running this little online shop, selling handmade crafts. It was okay, paid some bills, but my heart wasn’t really in it anymore. It felt like I was just going through the motions. I had this nagging feeling that I should be doing something more… meaningful? Or maybe just different. But change is scary, right? Especially when you’ve got routines.
Taking the Hint (Finally)
After seeing 1139 maybe the tenth time in two weeks, I actually sat down and thought, “Okay, universe, or my subconscious, or whatever this is – what’s the deal?” It felt like a nudge. Like something was telling me to wrap up this current chapter and look ahead.
So, here’s what I actually did:
- I started journaling again. Just writing down my frustrations with the shop, what I enjoyed, what I didn’t. What else I might want to do.
- I looked back at old hobbies. Things I used to love but dropped because I got “too busy.” Painting was a big one.
- I made a small change. Instead of forcing myself to list new items every single day, I decided to cut back the shop hours, mentally speaking. I gave myself permission to not work on it constantly.
It wasn’t some grand, dramatic exit. More like slowly turning down the volume on the old stuff. Seeing 1139 didn’t magically give me answers, but it did feel like strong encouragement to finally listen to that little voice telling me a phase was ending.
The weirdest part? The day I decided to actually block out time for painting again, I went to grab lunch, and my total came to – you guessed it – $11.39. I just had to laugh.
Things aren’t drastically different yet. I’m still running the shop, but it feels lighter now. I’m spending more time painting, just for myself. It feels… right. Like I’m slowly aligning back with something more authentic. That number, 1139, acted like a persistent little alarm clock telling me it was time to wake up and shift focus. It didn’t do the work for me, but it sure got me moving.
