Call it hilarious. Call it timely. Call it freaky. Call it
No, don’t call it coincidental. There are no such things.
But with all of the emphasis I have been placing lately on signs… like the post I wrote last week where the psychic asked me that very telling and bone-chillingly accurate question as if he were reading my mind… then the other day I posted this on Instagram:
And I was feeling like the world keeps asking me, checking and confirming from me, the very same thing.
And now, like right now. I am doing a late shift at work. I walk into the kitchen to get my dinner ready. I see a lady who is in another department – we don’t see each other often, but when we do, she always wants to hear about baby girl.
And her second question to me, immediately after the one asking how old she is now, is:
“Now I hope you are writing down this stage of life for her – because when it is over, that’s it.”
I smiled, my mind in disbelief. “Yes, I am quite good at recording these things,” I said with a grin.
And then we went on to talk about their grown up phrases, and I told her that baby girl had said to me on my way to work this evening
“Have a good day at work Mum!” and “Take care!” –
the exact two things I was originally going to post about for my gratitude today, my love for her humorous and so grown-up phrases.
Damn. Why do people keep asking me about writing?
I think the Universe is asking, because it wants an answer. It wants to know if I am legit or not.
It wants to know, what I have to say.