I’m not superstitious.
But I’m a writer, and I do keep my eyes open. (Professional hazard.) I’m also a freelancer.
When we were house hunting this spring, I couldn’t help but notice that every time we visited a certain house—for the first showing, then a second, to meet the inspector, then a contractor, and then to check on one last thing—the same thing happened:
I would get an email telling me I’d been paid.
The amounts varied, and none of them were terribly large, and yet they came—at odd times, from unexpected sources. I wouldn’t have been so surprised if we’d made all our visits on typical paydays, like at the end of the month, or on the 15th. But we didn’t, and yet the paypal payment notifications kept coming, every time I was at the house.
I don’t really believe in omens, but it seemed like a good one. We bought the house.
My oddly cooperative inbox reminded me of years ago, when a good friend was making a major decision with her husband about what job offer to accept—and in which city—when he finished his professional training. They had their own sign, and it wasn’t any stranger than my emails: theirs was Lynyrd Skynyrd.
They spent months discussing this huge decision. Every time the conversation turned toward the Big Move—at home, in the car, at McAlister’s, wherever—Sweet Home Alabama always seemed to come on the radio.
They laughed it off, because nobody should make a huge decision based on Lynyrd Skynyrd. But it seemed like a sign—and they ended up moving to Birmingham.
It’s been eight years and they’re still there.
I don’t really believe in signs, exactly. But I do love hearing about the happy coincidences that make you wonder whether the universe is trying to tell you something—whether it comes in the form of email, or a song on the radio, or something even more off-the-wall.
Even though I say I don’t believe, I still keep my eyes open for good omens. It’s the writer in me. I can’t help it.
Has there been a time when you saw the sign—or something an awful lot like one? Tell us about it in comments.
P.S. Of course I believe in books finding their way to you when you need them—but that’s in a category of its own.