Alright, so here’s the thing. Lately, I kept noticing 9797 everywhere. First time was when my phone died, and I plugged it in to charge. Looked down – battery at 97%, time 9:07 PM. Weird, but whatever. Next day? Stopped for gas, total came to $97.97 on the pump. Okay, that got me staring. Third time I was deleting old emails, inbox had exactly 9,797 unread messages. Spilled coffee all over my desk when I saw that number again. Felt like the universe was screaming at me.

Decided to Dig Deeper

Grabbed my laptop around midnight, straight up googled “9797 meaning.” Tons of angel number stuff popped up. Found this lady’s blog breaking it down digit by digit. Apparently:

• 9 means like… wrapping things up. Endings. Letting go of what doesn’t serve you.
• 7 hits twice? Big for intuition, soul-searching, spiritual stuff.
• Then the whole sequence means like… closing chapters to make room for new growth. Shook me a bit.

Sat there scratching my head thinking, “Endings? What the heck needs to end in my life right now?”

The Moment It Clicked

Next morning I was brushing my teeth, zoning out at the mirror. Suddenly remembered my garage situation. See, been paying $120 a month for two years to store junk I haven’t touched since 2019. Old textbooks, broken skis, my ex’s dumbbells… literally paying rent for trash. That storage unit flashed in my head like a neon sign.

That’s when 9797 slapped me across the face. Endings. I needed to end that stupid storage contract yesterday.

My Ridiculous Weekend Project

Cleared my whole Saturday. Drove over with cardboard boxes and trash bags. Pulled everything out into the driveway like some yard sale from hell. Made three piles:

• Sell pile (posted on Marketplace immediately)
• Donate pile (dropped at Goodwill)
• Trash pile (sent that crap straight to the dumpster)

Took eight freakin’ hours. Sweat through my shirt. Found my childhood teddy bear covered in dust – almost cried tossing him. But when I handed the garage key back? Felt lighter than I have in years.

What’s Changed Now

Besides saving $1,440 a year? Cleared physical space and somehow mental space too. Started waking up earlier. Signed up for pottery classes – always wanted to try that. Feels like dumping that baggage opened up energy for new things. Still see 9797 sometimes, but now I just nod at it like an old friend.

Point is – next time a number stalks you, maybe listen. Even if you feel nuts doing it. Took me a dirty garage to get the memo, but man… sometimes the universe knows your crap before you do.