Seeing Signs?

Ok, so I really like my job. The work I've been doing lately from the comfort of Paris has been particularly exciting, and I think I've been doing it well--despite the craziness of my days.

I mean, I always liked this job. But somehow I thought communications wasn't for me--especially not in the space of "philanthropy" and "social entrepreneurship." I liked it, but I always saw myself as doing something else. I just didn't know what.

But, as a firm believer in the The Alchemist, I know when to just shut up and heed the signs. For example, after a lousy day at school, a friend called to tell me he discovered everything anyone ever needed to know about me by entering the exact date, time and place of my birth into some astrological-software. The stars were uncannily correct when describing me, my strengths, my faults. And the stars recommend that I pursue "a career in communications, journalism, persuasion, writing"..."public relations and/or creative marketing"... and that I "have a certain attraction for the avant-garde, modernity and the future, and [am] interested in and excel with new techniques and technologies"...and do best with "projects of a social or humane cause." I just laughed it off.

Then, on my walk, I got lost. I often do. I'm too embarassed to pull out the map on a busy street, so I walk off and find a quiet spot to figure out where I am and which way I need to go. When I realized I was lost today, I wandered around trying to find such a spot, and soon found myself huddled in the safe, warm shelter of large doorway. After I figured out which direction I needed to go, I became suddenly curious as to what operations where going on behind the regal doors. I stepped out of its shelter into the mist and laughed as I read the sign:



There's no fighting fate.