I’ve never really been one to believe in ‘signs’. You know, a signal from the Big Guy upstairs, your guardian angel, a deceased loved one etc. I do believe my late father let me know he had faith in me a few days after he passed but that’s about it. All this “everything happens for a reason” stuff really bums me out. If that’s your thing and it gives you comfort then all the power to you and I won’t ever mock you for it. However it’s not something I subscribe to. Until today. To a point. I have a lot of background stuff going on right now. Nothing as bad as say, the middle of the last decade but things that affect me, where I go from here, what my next move will be, how my life will pan out. On top of all that I was hit by bombshell news today that I won’t be revealing for the time being. Suffice to say I needed time to process it all so I went somewhere that my usual daily schedule wouldn’t normally allow. And whilst there I saw the sign (and I’m not talking about the 1993 song b...