Signs

I changed my mind; I’m not going to discuss my thought process tonight. I’m going to talk about signs. Not street signs or billboard signs; signs like “Oo, there was a reason I ran into Susie, today. It was a sign.” I don’t believe in coincidence, I don’t believe in fate, I do believe in ghosts (“I do believe in spooks, I do believe in spooks, I do, I do, I do…), I do believe in angels, and I do believe in signs. I also believe in a universal energy and that what we put out into the Universe is what we get back. Think positively, act positively, surround yourself with positive people, put out positive energy, good things will happen to you; the same goes for negativity.

I’ve mentioned previously that I’m trying to move my kids and me to the DC metro area this summer so I’ll have better opportunity for work. I’ll also be closer to Ellen, who is going to work with me, and I’ll be closer to my Long Island friends. The kids will also be closer to their dad so they’ll be able to visit with him more often that once every couple of years. I’ve been trying to focus my energy to that move so that it’s unfolding in front of me and will come to fruition. I’ve also been asking for signs from the Universe that I’ll be making this move.

I know that everyone says that you have to look closely for the signs or you’ll miss them; but that’s a load of hooey if you ask me. I believe that you can ask for signs, big billboard type signs, and actually get them. How do I know? That’s what I demand, and that’s what I get. Back in March I was asking for signs, not some little bitty ‘oo a feather blew by my nose that must be a sign’ sign; but big, giant, easily recognizable signs here in the physical world. I was asking for them, I just wasn’t getting them, so I thought, anyway.

One day, during “Read Across America Week” I went to the boys’ school to read to Ty’s class. Since it was Dr. Seuss’ birthday, we had to pick on of his books. I picked, “Oh, The Places You’ll Go” because I love that book. It sends an awesome message to anyone who reads it. When I got home and told Ellen what I’d read, she thought it was funny (strange, not ha-ha) that I’d picked that book because a couple of people on a website message board she frequents had quoted from that book recently. Then Tyler checked it out of the school library. There’s a pattern here. See it?

A couple of days after the book incidents I was on the phone with Ellen, and we were discussing my move to MD. The only place that has allowed me to put my name on the waiting list (It’s HUD-subsidized housing.) is a place in Columbia, MD. It’s about an hour away from Ellen, not exactly ideal in distance, but if that’s what has to be for the time being, then so be it. Anyway, we were talking about other places that this one management company had available and most of them were in Columbia. As we were talking, I realized something. We were talking about Columbia. Yea, so, get to the point.

Well, a few days before that I’d been complaining that I was smelling coffee in my house. I don’t drink coffee, I don’t have any coffee in my house, and I don’t have a coffee maker. I was smelling coffee. Smack in the head, now. From where do we get coffee? Colombia. A day or two before the conversation with Ellen, a friend of mine that I’ve known for 20 years but hadn’t heard from recently suddenly wrote on my Facebook wall, just to say ‘hello’. His name is Al, and he was born in Colombia, South America. Then, biggest one of all – I was born in Columbia, MO. See the theme here? I do.

I’d also had a dream of Ellen and me meeting the President. It was a seriously fucked up dream where we met him, the First Lady and the Bidens in limousines outside on the street in front of my aunt’s house. While she chatted with them, I dusted off their limousine to get rid of the pollen. During a previous conversation, Ellen and I had a discussion of how we could become personal advisors to the President on such issues as single parent households and domestic violence relationships. That’s where I thought the dream was originating. However, in the dream, and this is what makes it really fucked up, I got a marriage proposal from John Mellencamp, of all people, that I was going to accept. Yep, it’s funny, you can laugh; Ellen and I did. I still didn’t put two and two together, though. Not until the next night. My friend Joe and I were on the phone just bullshitting and I was watching the movie, “My Fellow Americans.” It’s a comedy starring Jack Lemmon and James Garner as two ex-presidents who are trying to find out who framed them for a crime they didn’t commit. Plot aside, though, I wasn’t really paying attention to it because I’d seen it umpteen times already. I didn’t pay attention until, right in the middle of the movie, the song “Pink Houses” by John Mellencamp began playing. I actually screamed in Joe’s ear.

Okay, Columbia (coffee, Al, my birthplace) is where I’m trying to move. It’s also close to the DC area, where the White House is and where Ellen and I said we would end up working (the Presidential dream and the movie about Presidents). I still haven’t figured out what John Mellencamp has to do with anything unless the song was just put in place to get me to notice the movie and the connection of signs. I’ll have to check into that later, but for now, when I realized how all the signs fit together it was like I could feel the Angels sigh with relief, “Oh thank Heaven, she finally got it.” Ellen and I surmise that I will be making this move to the DC area. My post on Facebook that next morning was, “Dr. Seuss, Columbia, presidents and vice presidents, little pink houses...signs, signs, everywhere there's signs...” Now you’re asking, “What does all of this gibberish have to do with today or tonight?” Well, I’ll tell you.

I think I’m concentrating on too much at once and the Universe is trying to tell me to slow down, one thing at a time. First and foremost, I have to get my van tagged. I bought it three years ago and it still isn’t tagged (very long story for another time). Lately, I’ve been asking for everything to come together for me so I can get this move made before the next school year starts. The only thing that’s been happening, though, is that I’m getting the money to tag my van. I’ve mentioned this before – my (unexpected) tax return money paid the sales tax; I sold my bedroom set to pay my property taxes; and am waiting for a check to come in so I can go to the DMV to finalize the registration. I’m not complaining about this great stuff happening, just pointing out that it’s the only stuff happening.

Anyway, the check for the reggie hasn’t come in yet, but I woke up this morning with the song “Halfway There” by Big Time Rush, from the Nickelodeon show of the same name, running through my head. I’ve seen the show so I know the song, but to wake up with it playing non-stop in my brain was just annoying. After a while I was kinda diggin’ it, though, because I figured it had to be there for a reason. I don’t believe in coincidence, remember? So, I’m going through my daily routine and I get an out-of-the-blue phone call from my friend Stacy. A great phone call that had me in tears, about getting my van tagged. I’ll leave those details for tomorrow. I figure the song was in my head to tell me that things are still flowing and that now I’m “Halfway There” to making my move. (I also had a fucked up dream last night that I bought a used WII from actress Ellen Greene – but I’m not sure what that has to do with anything unless the name ‘Ellen’ was the point.) My horoscope today even said that I had to let the positive energy flow or I’d be closed to whatever opportunity was presented to me this afternoon. Stacy’s call came in the morning so I’m not sure that was the opportunity, but it could’ve been; it was a great opportunity.

Tonight when I go to bed, I’m going to thank the Universe, the Angels, and my guide for everything I’ve got to this point (I do every night anyway); I am extremely grateful for all of it. Perhaps tomorrow, when I ask for my signs, I’ll be able to get the date I should start packing my belongings. We’ll see, but I can feel the positive energy swirling around me now; and it’s picking up speed. I’ll fill in any missing details or add anything that might seem important in my next post. Until tomorrow…peace to all.