You know how sometimes you just start seeing the same thing over and over? Like, for real. Not just once or twice, but enough times you start thinking, ‘Okay, what’s the deal here?’ That was me with this number, 661, a while back.
I was in this phase, felt like I was just treading water, you know? Trying to get stuff done, but every day felt like Monday, and not in a good way. Just… stuck. Like my brain was full of fog or something. I’d be working on stuff, day in, day out, and at the end of it, felt like I hadn’t moved an inch. Super frustrating.
Then this 661 thing started. I’d be looking at the time on my phone, or maybe it’d be a bill total, or even just random numbers on a truck passing by when I was out. It was weird. At first, I was like, ‘Pfft, whatever, my brain’s just noticing numbers now because I’m bored or stressed.’ But it kept on. Like, persistently. It wasn’t every five minutes, but often enough to make me go ‘Huh, there it is again.’
So, one day, I’m just sitting there, probably staring blankly at my screen, and I start thinking about it properly. What if it actually means something? I didn’t go full-on looking for hidden messages in my cereal, but I did a bit of, let’s call it, ‘curiosity-driven research.’ Just poking around online, seeing what people say about numbers like that, angel numbers and all that jazz. And I stumbled on this idea that 661 is supposed to be about inner strength, and pushing through, determination, you know? And about making progress, even if it’s slow as molasses.
And I remember thinking, ‘Well, that’s a laugh.’ Because inner strength felt like the one thing I was fresh out of. Progress? Ha! Felt more like I was actively going backwards half the time. But it stuck with me, those words. Strength. Determination. Progress. They kind of echoed in my head a bit after that.
So, what did I do? Nothing much, really. It wasn’t like I started lighting candles or chanting at the number whenever I saw it. My ‘practice,’ if you can even call it that, was just… noticing. When I saw 661, instead of just shrugging it off, I’d kinda mentally nod. Like, ‘Okay, 661, I see you. Message understood. Gotta keep plugging away.’ It was like a little mental sticky note, a private reminder just for me.
It sounds a bit silly, I guess. A number. But when you’re in a rut, really stuck in the mud, sometimes you just need something, anything, to grab onto. And for me, for that period, 661 became this weird little reminder. It didn’t magically solve my problems, don’t get me wrong. The work still had to be done, the fog didn’t just lift overnight because a number said so.
But it was… something. Maybe it was just me giving myself permission to believe I could find that strength, or that determination was still in there somewhere, buried under all the frustration. Looking back, I think it helped me focus on just putting one foot in front of the other, instead of getting overwhelmed by how far I thought I had to go. That whole ‘progress‘ thing, right? Little by little, even if it felt like I was crawling.
So, yeah, that’s my story with 661. No grand cosmic revelations, no sudden enlightenment. Just a number that kept showing up when I guess I needed a bit of a mental nudge. Funny how things work out sometimes, or how we make them work for us, I suppose. It just became a part of my routine to acknowledge it and try to tap into whatever it was supposed to mean.
