I’m getting a message like that right now. Two, actually.

About a month ago, I was in a fender bender. Because of the age of my car, the insurance company gave me the option of totaling it out, which I chose due to the age of the car and the mileage. But I didn’t have the money to get  a new car – I need to wait for a particular windfall that should have only taken six weeks. I can still drive the car, and the money had a due date, so searching for a car was not critical. Important, but not urgent.

But then I found out that the funds wouldn’t be arriving for another three months (not the two weeks we were almost at). So I know I really really need to get a new car, and not only do I have to get a new car but I have to finance it. (Yuck.) So my problem moves from important to urgent.

And tonight, as I got in another fender bender (the other end of my car, thank goodness) and once again drove away, I reflected that perhaps the first incident wasn’t quite just a bump between molded plastic bumpers. This second bump was really a nudge, with Someone (or a group of someones, I’m not judging) telling me that I need to get in gear and get that new car. It’s time. And not only is it time, but I also received loud and clear the message that Hello, your car just took two beatings and you’re still driving away from them, and driving away unharmed.

I believe in fate. I believe that things happen for a reason, and that sometimes you get hints, or clues, about how things ought to go.

This is a pretty big hint, and I don’t plan on ignoring it.