Signs
Five Man Electrical Band
Signs, signs everwhere a sign. Yup they are everywhere. We just have to take the time to notice. And I'm not talking about stop signs like the one I saw a driver blatantly ignore the other day. I'm talking about those little signs from the universe that help to point us in a direction.
I have always relied on these signs or hints. They come in all shapes in sizes and usually when you aren't really looking for them. Usually when I'm at my whits end, I usually can find something that I consider a sign to help me get to the next stage.
Just the other day I was trying to decide between two different fabrics for my living room couch. I don't do this couch shopping regularly, unless you call every 15 years regular. Anyway, I narrowed it down to 2 which is a long process for someone who needs to consider all the options. I was back and forth between the two for a good 1/2 hour but wanting to finalize the order and get on with the next 15 years of my life. While reading the details on the fabric classifications, there it was, a sign from above in more ways than one. The name of the fabric was Winston - my Dad's name. That was it. Decision made. Dad had tapped me on the shoulder and given me the signal. I rest easy with the decision knowing that my father would approve. My father who probably never went couch shopping.
Another one I'm considering right now is that all the plants in my office are dying. Same office for 15 years, but they have both decided to cash it in at the same time. They came into the office at different times, from different sources. Ok, what does this mean? It's something. Yes, could be as simple as the plants realizing that after many years they are actually living plants who need to nourish themselves by photosynthesis and they have not seen a spec of sunshine in all the time they've been in my company. Well, all I have to say is - it took them long enough! Or, is it some greater sign that I should be packing it in as well and hitting the old retirement bandwagon? I'll keep monitoring that one. Not sure that I should go so far as making financial decisions based on my plants.
On the theme of retirement - is it a sign of some sort that my favorite number all through my childhood was 55? I work in the pension world and that's one of the key numbers - while not as magical as some insurance companies might lead you to believe. Was this the kick in the pants in my youth to tell me of my career direction? Well, like the plants it took me a long time by trial and error to pick up on that. Not that they teach pension in high school at all.
You know when everything seems to be going wrong, you're butting heads with the world and you can't seem to get out of it. There are tons of signs out there. Just sit back and look for them. It feels so good when you let the universe in to help guide you through life. Yes, sounds flaky but it is true. Leave the decisions up to someone/thing else. Step back instead of butting heads. Just do what feels right and most importantly trust yourself and the path you are on instead of pushing yourself to come up with the right answer.
Oh, in case you are still wondering. The couch will be brown, but the perfect brown cause my Dad told me so.
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