Postage Stamps: A Svithe
Eotena has a way of seeing God’s hand in events other people might dismiss as coincidences. For instance, she thought it was awesome when she found out I live on Green Street (green being my personality type in the Peircean color system). For all I know, she doesn’t even believe in coincidence. I should clarify that she’s not at all fatalistic; she definitely believes in choice and free will, but she sees patterns in the world which testify of an underlying divine order.
Three weeks ago, I flew to Maine for a job interview. Two weeks ago, I went to mail my thank you letters for the interview and realized that I didn’t have any 41¢ stamps. I went to the post office and ask for a book of first-class stamps, and the postal worker handed me a book of stamps unexpectedly featuring . . . lighthouses. For letters that are going to Maine. I stopped for a second and thought “This is one of those things that Eotena would say was significant.”
To be clear, I’m not saying that I intend to make a habit of looking to the whims of the United States Postal Service for guidance in making major life decisions. For starters, that would limit my other options to Ohio, Florida, and Tatooine. (Plus, the stamps are actually Pacific lighthouses, so Maine’s not even technically in the running.)
Still I’ve been stressed out for months about my job prospects, and it’s nice to think that maybe Someone’s looking out for me.