I am not your soulmate. I am a burnt piece of toast.
You know how if you think there’s a chance you’re pregnant you see pregnant women everywhere? Or when you meet someone new & exciting, the radio won’t stop playing that song he played for you that you’d never even heard before? Or even after a break up when you keep seeing those annoying little reminders of him that are so specific to your relationship & so frequent that they’ve convinced you it was meant to be?
Signs are tricky & mean & deceptive.
That’s not to say they don’t exist. The trouble with signs is that we believe them, macaroons. We see them everywhere & choose to interpret them in certain ways, often giving them way more power than they were ever intended to have.
Heart shaped coffee stains on your stoop don’t mean the guy who helped you reach the Pop Tarts on the top shelf at the grocery that morning is The One. Nor do they mean you should dwell on your ex. The universe isn’t that specific, macaroons.
Most of us look for or ask for signs to tell us which way to go, when really I think they’re meant more to tell us we’re on the right track. Most just remind us to smile, like my happy bagel the other morning.
I'm not Jesus, but I still made you laugh!
If you spend your life waiting for signs, you’ll spend your life waiting.
Likewise, if you obsess over interpreting them & overanalyzing you’re not going to get very far either.
What is Heath Ledger's Joker under my cupcake supposed to mean??
So, macaroons, enjoy signs when you get them, but don’t live your life by them. Don’t give them power they don’t have.
Have you ever gotten a sign? What was it?
