Signs

I got to thinking today...what would happen if I let "signs" run my life? The night I started my blog, Jillian, the bachelorette, wore pink high heels (on a tangent, she chose the wrong man--Ed and his mankini were a bad choice, she was a fool to pass up Kiptyn--he was a real steal, like anything you buy at the VS semi-annual sale)--was that a sign? Maybe. How about Tuesday--last week I found out that I need to be tested for antiphospholipid syndrome and there was a women on the mother/baby suite who had it and was having troubles. Or how about today--finding 6 matching baskets at Target (I have been looking for 6 matching baskets for 2 months now) and they were on clearance. Or the boat in Ft. Lauderdale named the Bella Contessa--my nick name combined with the name I want to name my daughter (no, I am not packing a fetus at this point in time)....or maybe signs are like horoscopes and tarot cards--people apply them to their lives as they wish--they want to see them work and so mentally they figure out a way for the signs to really mean something or the horoscope to be true. I don't think that there is anything wrong with this--I think that it can be a powerful motivator, but I don't necessarily believe that it is true. Ahhh, the power of suggestion...
There is something spooky, romantic, mystical, amazing about the idea of following the signs. Maybe because it is an excuse to not have to make decisions, to ride on the whims of the universe. Some might see it as a way to live freely...others as a way to avoid taking responsibility for anything. Ask yourself, do you believe in signs?