Okay guys, let me tell you the whole story behind today’s angel number deep dive. It started like any other morning – stumbling toward the coffee maker, half asleep. Grabbed my phone to check the time: 11:16 AM. Didn’t think much until later when I grabbed lunch. The total? $11.16. Freaky coincidence, right? By afternoon, my podcast ended exactly at 1:16. Felt like the universe was shouting at me.

Jumping Down the Rabbit Hole

Plopped on the couch with my laptop and just typed “1116 meaning” into Google. Tons of spiritual blogs popped up, all yapping about angel numbers. Honestly felt kinda skeptical at first – how can numbers mean anything? But curiosity won. I found three sites repeating similar stuff and decided to compare notes on my phone.

• First source screamed about fresh starts and self-leadership. Said it’s a wake-up call to stop waiting.
• Second one kept hammering on stability and home life, telling me to chill the rush.
• Third site went deep on trusting intuition – like, gut feelings being GPS signals.

Scratched my head thinking, “Okay, but how does any of this fit my chaos?”

My Brutally Honest Journal Test

Dug out my neglected journal – last entry was from April, oops. Wrote “1116” at the top and just word-vomited for twenty minutes:

• How I’ve been procrastinating launching my pottery shop
• How I stress-snack when bills pile up
• That nagging voice telling me to call my sister

Stared at the mess. Realized all three sources were suddenly clicking: Stop delaying the shop (fresh start), budget properly (stability), call sis (intuition). Weirdly obvious once I wrote it down.

Putting Angel Math to Real Life

Did the most un-spiritual thing ever: made a to-do list. Took the three message points literally:

• Emailed about renting kiln space (finally!)
• Set up automatic savings transfers
• Called my sister who immediately said, “Dude, I dreamt you’d call today”

Nothing exploded or rained money. But that knot in my stomach from ignoring stuff? Gone. Three days later, got approved for the kiln. Turns out just moving your feet opens doors.

Look – I still don’t know if angels text through receipts and podcasts. But noticing 1116 forced me to stop ignoring what already mattered. Maybe messages aren’t in numbers, but in what we do when they poke us awake.