Here’s a dirty secret: you can always find a way to give yourself permission. A dream portends a breakup; a just-averted car wreck augurs the start of something new. The truth is, you were prepared before your head hit the pillow, before you slammed on the brakes: to end it all, to fall in love. A sign from the universe isn’t an answer. It’s an excuse. To do the thing you were already ready to do.
