October 9, 2016
I
like the phrase, “It’s a sign.” It usually means, “I’m glomming onto this
coincidence to bolster the decision I’m making.” But not always. Sometimes
signs really are signs. Last week I got a bunch of them.
On
Wednesday I was debating going to class. I said, “If I finish getting dinner
ready before it’s time to leave, I’ll go.” (This dish usually takes forever.) That
food cooked in record time. So I went.
The
next day I was going to go to class when the handyman was finished working at
our house. But he was running late and didn’t even get to the house until it
was long past time for me to leave. A definite sign that I shouldn’t go. (But
why two conflicting signs about going to class? Hey, I never said it made
sense.)
The
morning after that, I said, “I should probably start looking at that Facebook
issue from last summer.” (I’m not a swift mover.) “If I have time before work,
I’ll get to it.”
I
didn’t have time; but as I was going downstairs to grab my lunch and go, I got
a call: “The computers are down, don’t come in to work.”
So
I headed straight back up the stairs and worked on Facebook. I mean, is that a
sign, or is that a sign?
When
I went shopping later that day, I found a blouse that was a great style, of
great quality, and on super-sale. “A sign.” But they didn’t have my size.
“Oops. Bad sign.”
Other
malls in the area had it in my size, but I wasn’t interested enough to start
traipsing around after it, so I let it go.
But
on Monday… “The computers are still down, come in late.”
And
that gave me time to go to a mall near my job that just happened to have the
blouse in my size…
What
could I do? It was a sign.