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“Signs, signs – everywhere there’s signs.  Blocking up the scenery, breaking my mind. Do this. Don’t do that. Can’t you read the signs?”

 I’ve always played this little game with myself.  When I’m thinking over decisions and I’m on the road I look at the license plates for signs. 

They have honestly encouraged me on decisions in the past…but I’ve never had as direct of a sign as I had yesterday.

I was tired as can be and debating whether or not to go to the gym.

I look at the car in front of me and I see this.

GymJim

Double Whammy on that one.  I couldn't argue, so I went.

Cheers to little synchronicities and big signs!

Comments

Anonymous said…
LOL! That's awesome!
Queenet said…
J. God Works in mysterious ways! He led you to the gym! I'm happy NJ is coming home. Enjoy your time together. I'm back to school and I'm writing my personal history. Alot of homework and I'm also getting ready to enter some paintings in the Strongsville Art Exhibit in June. Diane came over today and helped me with some Spring clean-up in my flower beds. I love that gal. Love, A.E.
Anonymous said…
If that ain't a sign, I don't know what is. Get your butt back to the gym. Outfits
Vitamin B-Lardo said…
All of a sudden I've been paying attention to license plates and reading lots of things.

In the past two days I've seen

John 4 14
Hi Mo
Overlkd
Sun####

It's kind of a fun game.

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