So my morning started with a bang. Quite literally. The loudest and only clap of thunder I've ever heard since we moved back to the Bay Area. In a twist of fate, someone else was experiencing the same weather situation. I related to Dad Gone Mad's post which started like this:
You’re unlikely to find too many California residents who feel really good about living here right now. The jobs are gone, the traffic sucks, gay marriage is illegal, the governor’s a bout to disembowel education and social services…not pretty.
It's funny how you can have an "large, unstable air-mass" hanging over your head andnot even know it. Yesterday, was a simply fine day. And ka-blammmy!!!??!!%*#@! today is a shit storm. I might as well have woken up with my trailer thrown to the next county. I had no idea I was supposed to duck and cover.
I'm often looking for signs from God or the Universe to know if I'm doing the right things with my life. I envy people who seem to have direction on speed dial and just KNOW that this is where they're supposed to be and that is what they're supposed to do. I'm wondering if that lingering thunderclap translates into a warning that should be heeded.