Give Me a Sign
Why we turn to magical thinking when we face the big decisions
This morning I was once again awakened by the ominous sound of a hard, periodic tapping on the glass door downstairs. This has been going on for weeks, every day around 7:00 a.m., which is evidently the hour when the light strikes the window at such an angle that this dumb silly bird sees his own reflection in the glass (and yes I am…