It’s Grim Up North
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 by that dodgy Swedish group Ace of Base). Something that took me back to my late teens. Something that was my ‘constant’ for 2 decades. Something I could never have imagined seeing.
Something I had not had any connections to for 10 years.
And the most curious thing of all was how comfortable it felt. Like it had never gone away. Like a seamless transition from then to right now.
So yes it was a sign, a powerful one. The sceptics and atheists etc will say there’s always an explanation for these things and they may be right, nobody knows for sure. You could call today’s event a one-in-a-million event, but think about it, there are people out there who win the one-in-17 million lottery jackpot.
Whatever. Suddenly someone has switched on the lamppost of this long, dark and deserted motorway. Things are now clear. Perhaps not so clear as to guide me out of the shit I’m through. But that’s not how I work. I don’t want my burdens to be made lighter, I just want broader shoulders.
I think I now have them.