It’s an ordinary Saturday morning in my world and I’m going about my mundane business, getting ready to leave the house. I’m aware that I’m running a little late as I go to quickly put on a little makeup, my hair still wild from the whole being-wavy-and-slept-on situation, when something odd in the mirror catches my eye: a single hair in the shape of a 5 on my forehead.

How funny, I think. I’m in a hurry, but it’s such a strangely perfect shape that I keep looking at it while I hastily put on the makeup. 

If I was the kind of person who believes in signs, I would think this is a sign and I would look it up to check what it means, I think.

It’s unclear to me if I am that kind of person or not, and I am in a hurry. So I don’t look it up, but I do take a quick photo of it. Maybe later I will think of it and want evidence that it existed for some reason.

When later comes, it’s afternoon. I’ve taken care of the appointment that I was late for, and I’m feeling pretty chill when I remember that strange little occurrence and decide to look it up. It might mean nothing at all, but I’m nothing if not curious. 

So I ask Google, and this is what Google tells me:

Somewhere, I think, God is laughing at me.

I’ve rarely felt so known – or so loved.

I still don’t know if I am the kind of person who believes in signs, but I do know that I am happier when I believe that things in my life have meaning beyond the obvious and mundane.

And that, probably, was the whole point.