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When contemplating change, in addition to traditional INFJ (over)analyzing, I pay attention to the world around me, which I believe sends me signs. I don’t go looking for signs — that defeats the purpose. But if something comes my way, and I see / hear / experience it, and it makes my brain go, “Look! A SIGN!” then I take notice. I contemplate then what the sign may be trying to tell me and where it fits into the contemplating process.

This morning, as I’m again contemplating change I’ve been thinking ’bout making whilst trying to refrain from too much INFJ (over)analyzing (at which I’m being fairly successful!) — change that would bring an ending (and then a new beginning, obvs) — I believe I received a sign.

I backed into my favorite parking space in the work parking lot. I put the car in park. I reached up with the intention to turn off the heat, which requires the turning of a dial. I instead watched my hand reach about 8 inches higher than it should and punch the radio button on with my index finger. I heard this song, beginning after the synth solo / bridge, right before she starts emphatically singing the chorus again:

 

I sat in the car, looking at the door of the building across the way, and started singing with her, at a fairly loud volume considering it was 8:55 a.m.

I shall add this to my nonscientific review process and decide what it ALL means (although I think it’s pretty damn clear).

19 thoughts on “Signs

  1. Dale says:

    Sometimes we need to see signs where we need them…
    That one would be a pretty good one for me too

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    1. Tara says:

      Mm hmm. Clarity. I’m a big fan of clear messages from the universe!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. scr4pl80 says:

    Yep, that’s a sign. I am amazed when those kinds of things happen. There really is something to the universe helping us I think.

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    1. Tara says:

      Mm hmm. It tells me, too, that I’m more in tune with my thinking when I start seeing things that corroborate it.

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  3. aFrankAngle says:

    Well, why you are thinking of signs, the video reminded me that I had a crush on Patti back in the day. PS: Two weeks of weekend Beatle concerts are over – Moody Blues this weekend.

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    1. Tara says:

      I had a girl crush on Patty. She’s too cool for school!

      Hmmmm. I’ll try to see if I can get in early this weekend!

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  4. Tara says:

    I’m a big fan of signs. Hope everything goes well for you.

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    1. Tara says:

      Me, too. And two Taras make a right. 🙂

      Thanks, Tara.

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  5. Ally Bean says:

    I like the saying: “when the student is ready the teacher will come.” Signs are teachers, yes?

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Tara says:

      Agree and agree.

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  6. Sorryless says:

    Sometimes there are signs and sometimes there are songs. And sometimes, the twain meet up and are like “Sup?”. I do know that this week, I felt as if the universe told me “Eggsactly!”.

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    1. Tara says:

      Lovely alliteration to cement your point here. And I hope the Eggsactly didn’t mean an egg on your face!

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Sorryless says:

        Nope, the eggsact opposite. Okay . . I’ll stop making egg yokes . . .

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          1. Sorryless says:

            It’s only because peeps like are bad influences, in the very best of ways.

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            1. Tara says:

              I assume you meant peeps like me…

              I try, ya know. 🙂

              Liked by 1 person

            2. Sorryless says:

              You do it so very well. 🙂

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