One of my rules of thumb is that when something happens three times in relatively close succession, it may be a Hint. It’s not quite on a par with the sinking, stomach-twisting sense of looming disaster that means “whatever you are about to do, don’t do it!” The last time I ignored that sensation, twenty minutes later I was the third-from-last in an interstate pile-up in Really Flat State. Since on previous occasions, ignoring my educated gut led to not-quite-as-bad but still not fun events and outcomes, I finally learned to stop ignoring the sense of doom.
A week ago or so I had a follow-up appointment after my massive dental work. The background music in the dentist’s office is eclectic to put it mildly. Some days it is ocean noises, some days Celtic Lite and Celt-Age, or Christian Contemporary, Classical, or New Country (1980s-mid 1990s), Soft Top 40 Classics (“Kissed by a Rose” and similar), classical, New Age instrumental . . . You never know. And it may vary from room to room (the washrooms, however, are without music.)
So I’m spending my first hour having the muscles relaxed so he can get a good trace of my jaw motion and bite pressures in order to adjust the crowns if necessary*. I’m reading away, more-or-less ignoring the music. And then I hear that running bass line start, and then the guitar entered, and “Eye of the Tiger” is playing. I have never heard that kind of rock on his music lists. Ever. And I got an odd feeling that had nothing to do with the electrostimulation then in progress.
That made three times in ten days that “Eye of the Tiger” had come up without my going looking for it. And the third time on a music channel and in a place I have never heard fast rock played. I was the only patient in the office at the time, and the techs were tidying up and getting ready for the next day’s patients.
As I mentioned before, I used to think of “Eye of the Tiger” as my theme song in a way. It’s about fighting back, standing up to long odds, and not quitting. I really, really hope this is not the Most High’s way of warning that trouble is coming into my world. (Although . . . . although . . . the students had some interesting questions after the emergency drills this past week.) Perhaps it means that there’s an opportunity about to leap at me, but one that will require a whole lot of effort to get to the brass ring (“had the guts, got the glory.”)
Or it could be an interesting coincidence involving a song that I’m tuned to listen for and nothing more.
But three times . . .
Edited to Add: the bootcamp workout instructor had it playing Saturday AM as I was in a different part of the gym doing modified clean-and-jerks. He usually plays Metallica and other hard-rock bands. Should I be getting nervous?
*It was necessary. After three rounds of work, I asked if engraving a full monogram cost extra. He did a double-take, then laughed. And ground for another half hour or so. But everything seems to be exactly where it should be for the most natural bite and the least stress on my jaw joints and other things.