I guess sometimes you have to give something away, then buy it back, before you can fully appreciate it.
It's called second chances, peeps! Even sweaters need them.
I have other powers too. The ability to read sign language, for instance. From the universe.
I can also speak in code, and am fluent in Code Red.
Signs and code from the universe usually come in the form of fortune cookies, pop music, or spaghetti noodles on the ceiling, but they can also be delivered through everyday events. Take last Saturday, for instance; I called my mom while driving to the Provo Library to hear Haven Kimmel speak. We were just talk talk talking when suddenly she said, "Where are you?" and I said, "I'm right behind Provo High," and she said, "Oh my gosh, so am I."
We were both sitting at the same light, but going in opposite directions! What are the chances?
I took it as a friendly reminder that when it comes to relationships, sometimes you're like two ships passing in the night, and other times you're like two cars passing in the day.
That wasn't the only message I received last week. Check out this sign I came across in the weed fields where I take Lulu for her run: (located next to a Frisbee golf course)
Okay, so The Universe doesn't have a perfect command of the semi-colon, but the message rings true.
Trees are a bit of a mystery--how they offer us oxygen and shade and shelter and fruit and flowers and paper. Plus they smell sweet and they're fun to climb on and look at and carve your initials into. But then sometimes they can really cramp your style, you know. Especially when you're trying to chuck a frisbee around them.
Sometimes you don't want their shade or their shelter, you just want them to get out of your way and stop making a mess on your lawn.
You get me?
But removing a tree just because it's hard to get around? I confess I've entertained the notion myself from time to time, but I have found that just because a tree is gone doesn't mean it's gone.
Ever heard of phantom trees?
Me neither, but I've heard of a haunted forrest.
So next time you get the urge to go all George Washington on your cherry tree, remember that this course was designed with the obstacles in mind.
That's code for: Can't get over it. Can't get under it. Gotsta go through it, baby.
Gotsta go through it.
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