a moment of doubt

Sleeping early and waking up early is not my thing.  I choose funky over preppy.  My feet sweat in closed shoes.  I look good in styletoes but work better in flip-flops.  I hating waiting for elevators.  I'm not so used to many protocols.   Silence deafens me.  The shouting, bantering, the sound of furious typing on keyboards, and the frantic footsteps are music to my ears.

This is a moment of doubt, a moment of yearning for the familiar.  I used to know what I want.  Now, I'm not even sure how to find out what it is.  The Great Miranda of the Night told me (during another morning of ridiculously expensive breakfast in Ayala Ave.), "You're not lost.  You're just finding your way."  I asked her how long did it take for her to find hers.  She said, "Years."  Yikes.

I miss my tsinelas.

signs and meanings

This morning I prayed, "Lord, give me three signs.  Please.  So I'll know what to do."

1st sign:  I lost my company I.D. and my access tag.  

2nd sign:  My phone fell in the ditch.  Never mind the "how" part.  It's currently in the garage for repairs.  I'd have to wait four hours to find out if it will still work.  The guy behind the counter said, out of 10 phones that get submerged in water, only three come out functioning normally again.  Great.

I'm still waiting for the third sign.  But when it comes, would I know what these three would mean?