Decisions decisions... sometimes there are just too many things to choose and I've never been good with choices. I hate to be wrong and there's no way to predict where one path will lead. Therefore, I often wait for something to happen to point me in the right direction.

I used to see cows everywhere I was supposed to work. I like cows and it just so happens that my first job was at a school whose first incarnation was a dairy farm. Leaving my interview the first day, I saw a cow weathervane on the roof and I knew it was a sign. At my interview for my second job, on my way to the interview room, I was shown the kitchen and what was on the wall? Yes, that's right. A huge painting of a cow. I used to know where I was supposed to be at any given time, just by following the cows. When unemployed, I would go on interviews and friends and family would later ask, "Did you see a cow?"

I don't see cows anymore but I think that's because they have taught me an important lesson about following my own intuition and looking for the subtle validations that are hidden from the naked eye. I hope that the "cows" are helping me this time.  ¶ 5:28 PM