I am often hit and miss with the writing. You would think that would be a sign that maybe I should give it up, but I don’t. I write because I enjoy writing, because I love writing. Poetry is quick and simple so it is usually my go to, which seems to be what most are drawn to. That is fine, but the lengthy and wordy, I love those too. People don’t like to read lengthy too often and again you would think that would be a sign. However, as I’m learning, I’m not very good at picking up on the signs.
Signs can be subtle or they can be in your face. They can come in all kinds of forms, shapes, and sizes. I’m not even sure that last line makes sense, but that seems to be what people say about everything, “They can come in all shapes and sizes”. That is actually quite true and I’m learning that the more you ignore signs, the larger they get and the more they start smacking you in the face.
I’ve never been on for getting sick. I’ve gotten sick, but I’m not one of those people that gets sick on a regular basis. For well over a year, I didn’t even catch so much as a sniffle. I’ve also never been one to get rashes or any thing like that. Nothing, I’m relatively healthy. Now, I know you are sitting there wondering what this has to do with signs, but trust me I’m getting there.
Having been relatively healthy, it strikes me as odd when things with my body start changing. I’ve heard that is a sign of stress or something more literal, like an illness. Still, me being me, I let it pass and ignore it. I’ve always been afraid that going to the doctor will lead to the latter of the two and it will be something much worse. Since I haven’t felt anything out of the norm, for the most part, I’ve ignored it. I’m beginning to get the hint.
I should probably rush to the doctor, but as I review my life and take on the time that these “changes” started occurring I am realizing that is not at all necessary. It is not that there is something wrong with me. No, that would be too simple actually. The truth of the matter is: my body, my soul, my spirit, and the powers that be are pretty ticked off at me. Now those that do not believe in that are going to think that I’m pretty much out of my damn mind. I will have to disagree.
Since moving to Ohio, things have not at all been what I wanted them to be. Since before moving to Ohio, I knew something wasn’t right. The day that I was moving my first load to Ohio, the signs started coming. My truck died….the world’s healthiest non-new truck just died. I babied that thing and there was nothing mechanically wrong with it and it just died. Wouldn’t start for half and hour. I knew it was trying to tell me something, but I didn’t listen. I moved anyway.
Day I moved to Ohio, nothing went right. My dad could have cared less. I was waiting on friends, who had other plans and my mom that drove all the way to see my apartment, stayed all about five minutes after I finally got there because it was so light. There was a nagging feeling in my gut, but I ignored it and that night I cried and the princess doesn’t cry (at least not over a whole lot). You would think that would be sign number two, but I dismissed it as I had before.
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