Fearne Cotton on spotting signs

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I have become a sign obsessive. For the past few years, I’ve started spotting signs that seemingly point me in the right direction or ward me from others.

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I spent near to a decade in my twenties not noticing the signs the universe had presented me with and instead stampeded through situations and opportunity with a blindfold on. I had no time for them, so instead jumped into life with abandon, even when the signs were telling me otherwise. There are definitely a few moments where I wish I had understood the signs at the time, as I could have saved myself a lot of trauma and upset. I’m accepting of my past mistakes and have made peace with most of them but do regret not looking harder at the signs that were present. I said ‘yes’ to jobs when all arrows were pointing to ‘NO’ and trusted people when life was trying to show me another direction.

I think signs in life derive from our heart. If we are open-hearted and awake to the moment, we can recognise the signs. If we are hurt, striving for the wrong reasons, or in disarray our hearts are somewhat cut off and we miss them. Maybe having made mistakes previously I’m even more passionate about sign spotting today. I’m hyper aware and actually find it hard to make a decision without a quick nudge from the universe, like a little nod of reassurance.

When I was in labour with my daughter I waddled into the toilet on arrival at the hospital. I was feeling very connected to my heart energy and spotted an almighty sign that flooded me with warmth and love. As I plonked my tired body on to the loo seat I looked up and saw that all of the soap bottles lined up on the sink had ‘HONEY’ written in bold writing on the label. This was the only girls’ name we had chosen, but at this point I had no idea of my baby’s gender. It felt like a sign that it would be a girl and that ramped up my excitement even more.

Sometimes the signs are more subtle. At 29 I stumbled out of a broken engagement and felt relatively fatigued and disillusioned about the idea of future relationships. I wanted a little calm – but my friends had other ideas, and arranged a weekend away in Ibiza. I was reticent at first, but then several signs pointed me in the direction of the White Isle – a song on the radio with lyrics that felt like they were telling me to go, an unexpected four-day gap in my work schedule, and more friends saying they would be out there at the same time. I followed the signs and dug out my clubbing shoes, and I’m glad that I did! It was on that trip that I met the man who became my husband.

I love these little whispers from afar. Look out for those heart shaped leaves on the ground, white feathers dropping at your feet, songs that speak to you on the radio or phone calls out of the blue. If we open our eyes and hearts wide enough they’re all around.

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