i can't believe...

i was up last night talking to a good friend about career dilemmas. a pretty long duscussion, as always, on one of our most favorite topics- for love or money. stay working on something you love to do, or grab that stable monthly paycheck for a corporate giant. sometime during conversation, i couldn't believe i actually blurted out, "there are no such things as signs, elaine!". wow. i, who's eternally suscribed to astrology.com, played with tarot cards since i was 14, and owned a ouija board at 11. i even love that movie "only you" 'coz of the whole damon destiny thing. i, who've had my fate told by at least four different fortune tellers have finally (well maybe) lost faith in fate. as much as i want to still believe that people are "meant" for something or someone, i'm beginning to realize that everything that happens to us is a product of our own doing. i must have had at least a dozen "signs", which i thought would end up in happily ever afters. and i have heard enough "it's a sign!" occurances from friends who are still in pursuit of that fairy tale ending in their careers or lovelife. so this year, i promised myself that i will not have my fortune told for the nth time, nor base my decisions on so-called "signs" . and maybe i should cancel that daily horoscope too. am i beginning to sound like the next jessica zafra? i hope not.