Signs?

I take the same route home everyday. The only thing that changes is the way I park my car in the driveway, same spot just backed in or nose first. Much of my life is that way, very routine, mundane, B.O.R.I.N.G. With that said, I have to add that the routine is also easily interrupted. The little things can really throw things off kilter. I am not talking the ordinary things like the creamer being empty, even though it is sitting at attention waiting patiently on the top shelf of the fridge so it can laugh at your morning misfortune. I am not even talking about the child you asked to get dress twenty minutes ago so you wouldn't be late again, still sitting staring at her socks like they were some new fangled contraption created just to confuse her. I am talking about something as simple as over hearing two perfect strangers having a conversation. Words totally not meant for you, having nothing what so ever to do with you, coming from voices you have never in your entire life heard.
That is what happened to me yesterday afternoon, on my normal boring routine drive home from work. I took the same left hand turn out of the parking lot. I took my same stop at the corner and stayed right before turning left again and finally being able to point my car in the direction of HOME!!
Two people were standing there, not far into this street and judging by the hand gestures I would say their discussion was intense. Now I will say that like most of the country it seems, my area is so hot that all four windows were rolled down and I was concentrating on trying to get home as quickly as possible so I could change into my not for public consumption comfy shorts and tee shirt outfit. My only thought about these people was that they were not going to suddenly bolt in front of my car and did not have kids with them. My impression of them even now is simply of flying hands and attitude. I want to say it was two women, but I can not guarantee that I would be accurate on that count. I flew by them and was pretty close to tossing their memory in to the circular file when I heard a woman shout, (maybe this is why I say two women, the one voice I heard was that of a woman.) In any case  I heard her shout
"No one is in control of your behavior but you."
I tapped the brake, and glanced back briefly but only saw the backs of their heads as they walked away. Obviously they were not talking to me. I had to pause and ask myself WERE they talking to me though? Was it a sign? Was it a message I was supposed to receive from the powers that be? (F.Y.I : to me "powers that be" is God , but in my world you are well with in your rights to call them what ever you want.)
I find myself now, taking a long look at myself. I want to say in the mirror, but I avoid those things. I have started to analyze what behaviors in my life, I am blaming on others. What behaviors I can change. What behaviors I want to change.
I am also trying to stop changing other people's behaviors. I cannot control the negative people in my life, but I can control how I react to them. I cannot control  how others choose to see life, and the pleasure they do or don't take in it. I can control how long I stay in their presence and if I allow their to influence me.
I choose to have a positive attitude. I choose, to try to do good to others, I choose to take actions that will help me achieve happiness and bliss.
I choose to write the stories I want to write, both in my world and on my paper.