I keep finding omens, and it's tough to remember they're all in my head.
I scheduled myself to ctb in April, but about a week beforehand knew I wouldn't. I woke up the morning I was supposed to be dead to find that the swallows --my all-time favorite bird-- had returned from their winter lands. I took this as an omen I had made the right choice. Then life turned infinitely shittier, and shittier, and shittier, over the summer and autumn, and recently I remembered a detail about swallows that I had forgotten: I'm a sailor, and swallows are traditionally believed to carry the souls of sailors across the bar.
It wasn't that I made the right decision not to ctb and was rewarded by having the swallows in my life again, it's that had I followed my plan the swallows would have been there for me.
A month ago I learned that my beloved ex was pregnant by the man she left me for. That has been the final straw for me: there's no way we can again be together. The next day I realized the mainspring on my pocket watch --replaced not even a year before, theoretically sound for many years-- had broken. It will no longer keep running. Omen or chance?
And realistically, it's all bullshit, and I am flailing about seeking meaning in meaningless observations.
But I'm still curious what I'll find on the other side --if anything.