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Stop Ignoring The Signs

Life is all about signs. Signs of impending danger (Warning, Caution, Beware of Dogs); Signs of advancing age (gray hair, sagging breast, arthritis); and signs of impending life change (a late menstrual cycle, a disapproving look from your boss, or rising gas prices.)

Within this context, it’s not hard to see how our lives are littered with signs at every turn. The older you get, the easier it becomes to not only recognize, but to also responsibly react to the many signs that we encounter on a daily basis.

For some reason though, when it comes to recognizing signs that pertain to matters of the heart … well let’s just say there’s a lot to be desired. Case in point, here’s a classic text message conversation that I’m sure we’ve all been on at least one side of.

The message: Hey, what’s up? I just wanted to check up on you. Hit me back when you get a chance.


The response: I’m sorry. I got new phone and lost all of my numbers. Who is this?

Sound familiar? Now the optimist in you would force you to believe that this person really did get a new phone and “lost” your number. But that’s also the side of you that wanted to believe that O.J. was innocent and that El DeBarge will one day make a successful comeback.

While your inner-optimist may prove to be right from time to time, there is still another alternative that needs to be investigated…

Maybe they just don’t want to talk to you.

Maybe they purposely erased your number from their phone.

Maybe they decided that staying in contact with you was not a priority… (hey, it happens.)


It’s never a good move to chase after someone … especially after they’ve repeatedly shown you signs that would suggest you do otherwise.

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