I live near a fairly busy street. Not a huge one with a million lanes, but by my neighbourhood standards, it's pretty busy. The traffic is steady. On this street, the traffic lights are a real bitch. Because it's a steady street with few lanes and parking, the lights stay green mostly in one direction. Especially on the smaller streets, it takes a long time for the light to change, even when you press the button for the crosswalk several times. Sometimes I walk to the other side of the street and press the other one too, because it's taking SO LONG. I have missed my bus this way before.

I hate that light.

As a result, I would run when it was green. My bus stop is one long block away from it, but if I got off the bus and saw it green, I'd run for it. Really fast. And I am very out of shape. So by the time I get to the other side of the street, I am wheezing, out of breath, heart pounding, chest in pain... I know, hint hint, get in shape. But the main point here is that I was always a little bit more miserable for it.

So the other day, when I was about to run, I asked myself what I was in such a big hurry for anyway. All I'm doing it going home. I shouldn't rush.

I walked home slowly today. I waited for the light. I just missed it, so I pressed the button and waited. It changed in remarkably short order. I feel that this is a sign.