Husband was reading the sale ads in the Sunday paper yesterday. "Don't buy any tax software yet," I told him. "I'm pretty sure I'm going to win us some this year."
He looked up and grinned. "You don't believe me, do you," I said.
"Nah, and I'm going to remember so I can tease you when you don't!"
Well, guess what, Husband dear -- I just won Tight Fisted Miser's giveaway for (you guessed it). (Thanks so much, Andy!) Even though I enter plenty of contests online, I pretty much know when my entry will be successful.
Is it intuition? ESP? One cousin attributed this ability to sense things as 'kenning,' or knowing, a gift from our Irish heritage. (She also thought it may have contributed to the many good writers and storytellers on my mother's side of the family.)
Perhaps it's just instinct. But I do believe strongly that you should listen when that little voice urges you to take a closer look at something...or enter this or that contest...or leave for work later in the day. I cannot think of one time that a strong instinct to do something -- or contact someone -- or warning me against someone, a company or investment -- wasn't right in the long run.
Like the Ford stock.
There's only one exception to this 'rule:' I had always felt I would not live to see 50. Obviously, that wasn't true...I'm 52 and counting! But that contributed to finishing some important things, and setting up others -- plus I spent time telling people I loved that I loved them. (I wanted them to know, not just assume it.) I'm grateful to still be here, and every moment after 50 just seems like a gift.
Do you ever have moments of intuition that have proven right...or wrong?
Oh, and by the way -- our next big storm is on its way in. Right now. Oh goody.
3 comments:
I can tell when one of my kids is going to call and when the phone rings, I tell my husband "That's ____ calling." He used to scoff at me, but I'm pretty consistent. He hasn't doubted me in a LLLOONNGG while (married 43+ years). Usually I only miss when I'm very stressed or in pain (I have chronic pain and it gets worse at times)or I'm ill. Then, it's not as reliable. I, too, am Irish. My maiden name is O'Neil. Can't get much more Irish than that. We have traced our lineage back to Neille of the Red Hand (thus the O'), one of the kings of ancient Ireland. I believe in "kenning", too. There has to be 'something' going on, there are too many reports of unexplained happenings. Myra O'Neil Ungerman
I've only won raffles twice. Both times, I knew my number was the one being drawn. I have no Irish blood that I know about; however, all three of my children have Irish names... have always been drawn to the little green Isle.
Hmmm...it's nice to know I'm not the only one! And I seem to have passed on this ability to both daughters. (BTW, Myra, we can also tell you who's on the phone when it rings, if it's a close friend or relative. Especially a relative.) My mom has the ability to do it, too, which leads me to suspect we're just the recent ones in a long line...
But the skill only seems to go to the women in our family. Go figure.
Thanks so much for writing, both of you.
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