Another sign?

If you’ve read my previous post about Unemployment and Story Hour, then you’ll know that lately I’ve given odd coincidences the label of “sign.”

And while I’ve yet to fully explore the first sign, I think I’ve been given another.

Lately I’ve been a little down and overwhelmed. A lot of it stems from the holidays. I’m not that fond of crowds, but I’ve developed a system to help me stay chipper and friendly. After I’ve been around a hoard of people, I like to have a little downtime – soft music, a good book, a quiet room – and afterward I’m right as rain. Unfortunately, my schedule is a little too hectic to get much downtime. I’ve been running on reserves since before Thanksgiving and I’m almost tapped out.

So, during a small five minute breakdown last night, I verbalized my concerns that I’m not headed on the right path.

Here is where the sign comes in. During this time, I’m upstairs, trying to steal a few minutes of reading time, while downstairs our TomTom suddenly speaks from inside the box. (It’s important to know that it holds no battery charge when not plugged directly into the car, and it hadn’t been used for days). “Turn right,” TomTom said. “Then…turn right.”

At the time it freaked my husband and son out, and when they told me, I thought it was very strange, too. And then, when I noticed where the box was and recalled what I’d been saying just before it spoke (”I wish I knew if I was on the right path”), a little shiver tickled the back of my neck. Because to turn right and then to turn right again from the place where the TomTom sat, that would lead me directly into my office, directly to my computer, directly to my stories.

And now I can’t help but wonder again…Am I crazy and making too much of these coincidences? Or…is this the whisper I’ve been waiting for?

I’ll keep you posted.