A sign from God

This morning i had a sign from God. Well, I’m pretty sure i did. It wasn’t exactly what you’d expect, no thunder and lightening (i bet you’re humming that Phil Collins tune now, ha!), no deep booming voice giving me my 10 personal commandments, and definitely no angels (and  as a fan of the tv show Supernatural i really wouldn’t have minded Castiel dropping in on me).

I was disappointed to say the least. Have you ever thought about what it would be like to get a sign from above? Didn’t you imagine something fanciful and dramatic, just like TV promised? Whenever someone talks about getting a sign, having an epiphany, hearing the voice its always something spectacular. I feel cheated!

So what was my sign from God? Well, i was getting out of the shower this morning when i caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Before i did the usual recoiling in horror i noticed something on the back of my left leg. That horrible word that should never be spoken in the presence of a lady. Cellulite.

And as my eyes feasted upon this manifestation of all things wrong and unfair in the world i heard a tiny little voice (think Alvin and the Chipmunks) and it said: “Woman you need to get your ass to the gym”.
Some people might try to tell me that’s just my inner monologue talking but i know better. If you close one eye and turn your head to the side while you look at the spot of cellulite in question, it looks a bit like Jesus. Case closed!

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