There was a period in my life when I would simply look up at the universe and say, “All right. Where are we going next?” And somehow, an answer always came. Not in a booming voice from the heavens. Nothing dramatic like that. More like little nudges. Strange invitations. Accidental meetings that did not feel accidental at all. A phone call. A bookstore. A conversation with a stranger that somehow cracked open an entirely new chapter of my life. At the time, I was not chasing

Sign. Sign. Sign. Everywhere a sign. That was quickly becoming my anthem. So many signs were coming at me, fast and furious, that I couldn't help but wonder if they were all pointing toward something. Anything. It started out as a completely normal day. I had groceries to buy, but then I found myself pulled toward the bookstore, Borders Books. I am simply incapable of walking past a bookstore without stopping in. There is something about the smell of stacked pages that makes