Have you ever had an experience when you felt fate intervene? Had something happen and had no doubt in your mind what you’re meant to do? Divine intervention, perhaps?
Cause I had one the other day.
At Harrod’s in Gatwick airport. I know, I know, but stay with me here.
I walked in and I saw this necklace that I had to have. I had. to. have it. I knew I shouldn’t get it but SHIT it was so cute.
So like any responsible broke 26-year-old, I walked away from the necklace and went to the airport bar and ordered a glass of prosecco, and did my best to forget about it. And I was doing a damn good job of it too until, as I was sitting there, nibbling on the little bowl of complimentary chips the cute bartender brought me, and my mother’s voice popped into my head. And told me to go back and get the effing necklace. And I knew in that moment, it was what I was meant to do.
I had to go back into Harrod’s and purchase the necklace. (After all, while I was in London I got norovirus and lost a full day THEREFORE saved a full day’s worth of money.) So I did. I got the necklace. And I put it on and immediately felt calm.
Fate people. Fate.
Anyways…. that was a nice feeling. Being so sure of something. Even something stupid like buying myself a necklace. Just being in control and knowing exactly what I wanted…that was nice. That’s rare to me right now. I desperately want more of that.
“And all I really want is some peace man
A place to find a common ground“
– Alanis Morissette