A sign?

Lately (by which I mean: all my life, and especially since I graduated college and entered the world of cubicles, and also just since Tuesday, when a friend of mine made a random comment about someone else over lunch that I took to heart, and also since Wednesday evening, when Todd made an offhanded comment meant as a compliment that I took in a totally different light) I have been trying to figure out what I can do to make my life feel a little bit more meaningful, specifically in the creative realm. I haven't actually written in a really long time. The idea of trying to do that again is terrifying.

But this morning, while reading a blog that I enjoy, comes this line from an interview:

You know better than anyone what stories you have to tell, Claire.

The girl doing the interview is being spoken to here, and her name happens to be Claire, so I realize that this is not the interviewee (who I've never heard of before) speaking directly to me. But sometimes, you should just accept signs as you see them.

Although later, there is this:

I think you're fucked, Claire.

Nice.