This past week, I’ve been stumbling across dimes like they’re trying to unionize on the sidewalk. One here, one there; shiny, unexpected, a little too consistent to ignore. And while my inner scientist whispers “coincidence,” my inner New Yorker with a flair for drama wonders: is this a cosmic tip jar? A breadcrumb trail from the universe? A penny for my thoughts adjusted for inflation?

Because here’s the thing: I used to find pennies.  You know, the old-school copper coins that whispered modest fortune and mild superstition. “See a penny, pick it up…” we’d chant as kids, hoping to pocket a little luck or dodge a little doom depending on which side was facing up. But now? It’s all dimes. Ten-cent affirmations. Mercury himself is like: “Heads up, you’ve graduated.”

So naturally, I did a little digging. Dimes, it turns out, symbolize clarity, spiritual messages, and being on the right path. Especially when found unexpectedly. They’re said to be signs from those who’ve passed on, little winks from ancestors saying “You’re doing okay, kid.” Which makes me pause. I have been moving fast. Doing more. Stretching toward joy, peace, and purpose like it’s my full-time job (spoiler: it kind of is).

But maybe, just maybe, the dimes are a little reminder: Slow down. Notice. You’re in the right lane. Or maybe it’s inflation saying, “Even the universe had to adjust its currency for signs. It’s 2025, after all.”

So I’ll take the dimes. I’ll pocket them like receipts from the universe. I’ll keep walking head up, eyes peeled, soul open. Because sometimes the smallest things glinting quietly on a dirty sidewalk carry the biggest messages.

Thanks for watching, Universe. Keep the change.