IMG_9943There are signs and notices everywhere. They eventually blend into the background, and we are left with a colorful world of words and images we don’t even acknowledge, much less heed their advice.

I have a motor running just under the surface. It is like an internal voice, quiet at times and menacingly roaring  at other times. Imagine a mild anxiety that never completely quells but can slide seamlessly into full-blown panic without warning. This is my little motor. Constantly telling me to hurry up and figure all this out. Hurry up before it is too late. Hurry up before you miss it all. Pay attention. Nope, wrong way, you turned the wrong way! You are missing it!

I am not quite sure what it is I am missing, but it is IMPORTANT! LIFE AND DEATH! hmmm. Probably not. It is just the little part inside of me which remains so fearful of making the wrong choice. It is not a fear of failure, or even a fear of loss. It is simply a fear of choosing wrong.

So, I look to the world to give me a sign.


I may be invited to come along and park, but I am the one assuming all the risks. I am not sure what these risks are and they must be grave indeed. They posted a sign every few feet in this parking lot. Avoiding some unknown litigation can be alleviated by posting a sign? It is not like I have a choice, I have to park somewhere. After all, I am sleeping in this hotel. Warning noted. I must admit it does leave me feeling a little less welcomed.


This notice left me wondering about the history of this eating establishment. What on earth happened? What manner of foul play necessitated this kind of post? Those darned eleven year olds. The magic age must be twelve. The possibility of injury for the littles is a bit concerning. Only the unsupervised ones though. I wonder is in that Orange Chicken.

Photo by: Tracy Spencer

Finally, there is this sign. I needed this reminder. It is okay for me to just be me. I can dance if I want to. No one ever claimed I was one of the ducks walking in a row. I was always the one messing up the procession. I like to be the dancing duck.

I can take a step back from the motor and give myself a break. I am doing a good job. I am slowly but surely figuring it all out. I do not have to know where I am going to be fifty years from now. I just have to do the best I can today.

7 thoughts on “Signs

  1. I wasn’t able to reply in my reader, which is another WP glitch but I am happy I can see the comment box on the site itself. Beautiful photo essay from you, LQ. I take signs for granted even though I rely on them to tell me what to do and where to go (if I can). Also, I have a post coming up tomorrow morning called, “Parked.” I always feel great when someone else’s post preempts mine in some way. I hope you’re feeling all right this weekend. x

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    1. Lol! That would be awesome. I find myself thinking I should pull over and take more pictures of the funny signs I see on my many road trips. This may have to become my new thing.


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