My own weird example of asking for (and receiving) a sign is how I landed in L.A. I had abandoned NYC after 1 too many psychotic boss & boyfriend let-downs and was living in VT. The ponies! The lakes! But I was fraternizing/knitting with people twice my age. Knowing I could relocate back to VT, a retirement/casket state, I asked the Forces one day while driving: “Forces, where should I move?”
Exactly then, the Killington radio station WEBK (The Peak) played Randy Newman’s I Love L.A. [Who would spin that song at a New England ski resort — DJ Jungle Jane?] I laffed. I left. “I got it; I’m gone.”
While snowshoeing today, a cloud formation looked suspiciously like the I’d Tap That t-shirt maple tree. Clearly it means I should tap that.
Obey the sign, even if you didn’t ask for it.